The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
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.
Going to the mountains is going home.
The grand show is eternal It is always sunrise somewhere
Most people are on the world, not in it.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest!
The mountains are calling and I must go.
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
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.
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can".
There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountain day; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, he is rich forever.
The blessings of one mountain day, whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, he is rich forever.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
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