So also there are tides and floods in the affairs of men, which in some are slight and may be kept within bounds, but in others they overmaster everything.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.