A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

Ink cannot tell the glow that lights me at this moment in turning to the mountains. I feel strong [enough] to leap Yosemite walls at a bound.

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

Going to the mountains is going home.

God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

Few places in this world are more dangerous than home. Fear not, therefore, to try the mountain passes. They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free, and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action.

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