Between Every Two Pines Is A Doorway

Doubly Happy, However, Is The Man To Whom Lofty Mountain Tops Are Within Reach.

He Had Gone To The Higher Sierras... [about Ralph Waldo Emerson's Death]

To Sit In Solitude, To Think In Solitude With Only The Music Of The Stream And The Cedar To Break The Flow Of Silence, There Lies The Value Of Wilderness.

Walk Away Quietly In Any Direction And Taste The Freedom Of The Mountaineer.

Nature In Her Green, Tranquil Woods Heals And Soothes All Afflictions.