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.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

Books are but stepping stones to show you where other minds have been.

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

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.

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening - still all is Beauty!