God Cannot Save Them From Fools.

In This Silent, Serene Wilderness The Weary Can Gain A Heart-bath In Perfect Peace.

When We Try To Pick Out Anything By Itself, We Find It Hitched To Everything Else In The Universe. One Fancies A Heart Like Our Own Must Be Beating In Every Crystal And Cell, And We Feel Like Stopping To Speak To The Plants And Animals As Friendly Fellow-mountaineers. Nature As A Poet, An Enthusiastic Workingman, Becomes More And More Visible The Farther And Higher We Go.

The Clearest Way Into The Universe Is Through A Forest Wilderness.

Going Into The Woods, Is Going Home

I Never Saw A Discontented Tree. They Grip The Ground As Though They Liked It, And Though Fast Rooted They Travel About As Far As We Do.