Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
What is worthwhile in life? I think it is worth living and dreaming. If you don't you may be dead anyhow - inside.
Nothing truly wild is unclean.
Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.