I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

It may not be easy, life isn't easy, but dreams keep you alive.

Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.

The sun shines not on us but in us.

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.

I am very blessed. The Valley is full of people, but they do not annoy me. I revolve in pathless places and in higher rocks than the world and his ribbony wife can reach.

What is worthwhile in life? I think it is worth living and dreaming. If you don't you may be dead anyhow - inside.