Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

Some people miss flesh as a drunkard misses his dram.

When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.

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

Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.

God cannot save them from fools.