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.

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

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

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!

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.

I was awakened by a tremendous earthquake, and though I hadn ever before enjoyed a storm of this sort, the strange thrilling motion could not be mistaken, and I ran out of my cabin, both glad and frightened, shouting, "A noble earthquake! A noble earthquake" feeling sure I was going to learn something.

...therefore all childish fear must be put away.