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

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.

There are no accidents in Nature. Every motion of the constantly shifting bodies in the world is timed to the occasion for some definite, fore-ordered end. The flowers blossom in obedience to the same law that marks the course of constellations, and the song of a bird is the echo of a universal symphony. Nature is one, and to me the greatest delight of observation and study is to discover new unities in this all-embracing and eternal harmony.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

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.