I have a low opinion of books; they are but piles of stones set up to show coming travelers where other minds have been, or at best signal smokes to call attention. No amount of word-making will ever make a single soul to know these mountains. As well seek to warm the naked and frostbitten by lectures on caloric and pictures of flame. One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

Some people miss flesh as a drunkard misses his dram.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

It may not be easy, life isn't easy, but dreams keep you alive.

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.