One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.

The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

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

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

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.

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