In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.

…their eager, childlike attention was refreshing to see as compared with the decent, deathlike apathy of weary civilized people, in whom natural curiosity has been quenched in toil and care and poor, shallow comfort.

Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

I will follow my instincts, be myself for good or ill, and see what will be the upshot.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains.