But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.

At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.

God has to nearly kill us sometimes, to teach us lessons.

I was awakened by a tremendous earthquake, and though I hadn ever before enjoyed a storm of this sort, the strange thrilling motion could not be mistaken, and I ran out of my cabin, both glad and frightened, shouting, "A noble earthquake! A noble earthquake" feeling sure I was going to learn something.

The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.

Ink cannot tell the glow that lights me at this moment in turning to the mountains. I feel strong [enough] to leap Yosemite walls at a bound.

Going to the mountains is going home.