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.

Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

So abundant and novel are the objects of interest in a pure wilderness that unless you are pursuing special studies it matters little where you go, or how often to the same place. Wherever you chance to be always seems at the moment of all places the best; and you feel that there can be no happiness in this world or in any other for those who may not be happy there.

Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.