Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.

One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books. See how willingly Nature poses herself upon photographers' plates. No earthly chemicals are so sensitive as those of the human soul.

I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar.