If I should be fated to walk no more with Nature, be compelled to leave all I most devoutly love in the wilderness, return to civilization and be twisted into the characterless cable of society, then these sweet, free, cumberless rovings will be as chinks and slits on life's horizon, through which I may obtain glimpses of the treasures that lie in God's wilds beyond my reach.

A little pure wildness is the one great present want, both of men and sheep.

Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.

Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

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.

Lie down among the pines for a while, then get to plain pure white love-work ... to help humanity and other mortals and the Lord.

How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!