There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties

...full of God's thoughts, a place of peace and safety amid the most exalted grandeur and enthusiastic action, a new song, a place of beginnings abounding in first lessons of life, mountain building, eternal, invincible, unbreakable order; with sermons in stone, storms, trees, flowers, and animals brimful with humanity.

Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.

...therefore all childish fear must be put away.

...every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

Books are but stepping stones to show you where other minds have been.