Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.
One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.
It may not be easy, life isn't easy, but dreams keep you alive.
The sun shines not on us but in us.
Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.
The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.