Ink cannot tell the glow that lights me at this moment in turning to the mountains. I feel strong [enough] to leap Yosemite walls at a bound.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.

God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

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

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.

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