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.

One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation; that mountains long conceived are now being born, channels traced for coming rivers, basins hollowed for lakes.

...full of God's thoughts, a place of peace and safety amid the most exalted grandeur and enthusiastic action, a new song, a place of beginnings abounding in first lessons of life, mountain building, eternal, invincible, unbreakable order; with sermons in stone, storms, trees, flowers, and animals brimful with humanity.

Any fool can destroy trees, they cannot run away.

Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.