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

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

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.