All The World Was Before Me And

Wilderness Is A Necessity... There Must Be Places For Human Beings To Satisfy Their Souls.

The World, We Are Told, Was Made Especially For Man - A Presumption Not Supported By All The Facts... Why Should Man Value Himself As More Than A Small Part Of The One Great Unit Of Creation?

Some People Miss Flesh As A Drunkard Misses His Dram.

A Little Pure Wildness Is The One Great Present Want, Both Of Men And Sheep.

Memories May Escape The Action Of The Will, May Sleep A Long Time, But When Stirred By The Right Influence, Though That Influence Be Light As A Shadow, They Flash Into Full Stature And Life With Everything In Place