Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

When I first caught sight of (Mount Shasta) over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since.

But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.

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

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.