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

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

I am very blessed. The Valley is full of people, but they do not annoy me. I revolve in pathless places and in higher rocks than the world and his ribbony wife can reach.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

Never while anything is left of me shall this... camp be forgotten. It has fairly grown into me, not merely as memory pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and body alike.

The most distinctive, and perhaps the most impressive, characteristic of American scenery is its wilderness.