Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing

Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.

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

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

I wonder if leaves feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.