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

In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.

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.

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

Nothing truly wild is unclean.

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

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