Doubly Happy, However, Is The Man To

Hiking. I Don't Like Either The Word Or The Thing. People Ought To Saunter In The Mountains...the Se Mountains Are Our Holy Land, And We Ought To Saunter Through Them Reverently, Not 'hike' Through Them.

Writing Is Like The Life Of A Glacier; One Eternal Grind.

All Nature's Wildness Tells The Same Story: The Shocks And Outbursts Of Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Geysers, Roaring, Thundering Waves And Floods, The Silent Uprush Of Sap In Plants, Storms Of Every Sort, Each And All, Are The Orderly, Beauty-making Love-beats Of Nature's Heart.

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

Going To The Woods Is Going Home, For I Suppose We Came From The Woods Originally.