As I walk .. as I walk .. / The universe .. is walking with me .. / Beautifully .. it walks before me .... / Beautifully .. on every side .... / As I walk .. I walk with beauty.

You have to beat out for yourself many mornings on the windy headlands the sense of the fact that you get the same rainbow in the cloud drift over Waban and the spray of your garden hose. And not necessarily then do you live up to it.

Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub.

Probably we never fully credit the interdependence of wild creatures, and their cognizance of the affairs of their own kind.

I suppose no man becomes a pocket hunter by first intention.

This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough

Nothing the desert produces expresses it better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas