Most people are on the world, not in it-- having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them-- undiffused seporate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but seporate.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

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.

It may not be easy, life isn't easy, but dreams keep you alive.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

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