It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape.

Happiness is an elusive state of mind not to be gained by clumsy pursuit.It is given to those who do not sue for it:to be unconcerned about a desired good is probably the only way to possess it.

The past is always with us, for it feeds the present.

I... allowed my memory to journey back to the days when I was a boy of ten, full of health and optimism, when my wonder at the great game of living had yet to give way to disillusionment at its shabbiness.

I have come to believe that the best kind of walk, or journey, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

Normally writers do not talk much,because they are saving their conversations for the readers of their book- those invisible listeners with whom we wish to strike a sympathetic chord.

Live long, my friend, be wise and strong. But do not from any man his song.