...every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.

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

Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.

I have a low opinion of books; they are but piles of stones set up to show coming travelers where other minds have been, or at best signal smokes to call attention. No amount of word-making will ever make a single soul to know these mountains. As well seek to warm the naked and frostbitten by lectures on caloric and pictures of flame. One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books.

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.

Nature had gathered her choicest treasures , to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her

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