Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.
Going to the mountains is going home.
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
The power of imagination makes us infinite.
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.