Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness.

Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.

I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.

I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.

Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.

I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news