The power of imagination makes us infinite.

In God's wildness lies the hope of the world.

I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.

Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.

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.

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.

What is worthwhile in life? I think it is worth living and dreaming. If you don't you may be dead anyhow - inside.