Everybody needs beauty as well as bread.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
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.
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.
Going to the mountains is going home.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
While cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
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.
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".
In God's wildness lies the hope of the world.
Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
In God's wildness lies the hope of the world-the great fresh unblighted, unredeemed wilderness. The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.
Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.
Most people are on the world, not in it.
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
Most people are on the world, not in it-- having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them-- undiffused seporate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but seporate.