When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.

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

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening - still all is Beauty!

Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

Never while anything is left of me shall this... camp be forgotten. It has fairly grown into me, not merely as memory pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and body alike.

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