Going to the mountains is going home.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.

…their eager, childlike attention was refreshing to see as compared with the decent, deathlike apathy of weary civilized people, in whom natural curiosity has been quenched in toil and care and poor, shallow comfort.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.

I was awakened by a tremendous earthquake, and though I hadn ever before enjoyed a storm of this sort, the strange thrilling motion could not be mistaken, and I ran out of my cabin, both glad and frightened, shouting, "A noble earthquake! A noble earthquake" feeling sure I was going to learn something.