Never while anything is left of me shall this... camp be forgotten. It has fairly grown into me, not merely as memory pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and body alike.

One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.

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

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.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

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

Heaven knows that John the Baptist was not more eager to get all his fellow sinners into the Jordan than I to baptize all of mine in the beauty of God's mountains.