Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing
Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
The sun shines not on us but in us.
I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news
Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.
To the lover of pure wildness Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.