The Place Where You Lose The Trail

This Earth Is A Garden, This Life A Banquet, And It's Time We Realized That It Was Given To All Life, Animal And Man, To Enjoy.

Complacency Makes One As Guilty As Those Who Destroy The Earth.

I Don't See How Anybody Could Have A Passion For Nature Without Having An Equally Developed Tolerance For The Cold.

A Prison! Heav'ns, I Loath The Hated Name, Famine's Metropolis, The Sink Of Shame, A Nauseous Sepulchre, Whose Craving Womb Hourly Inters Poor Mortals In Its Tomb; By Ev'ry Plague And Ev'ry Ill Possess'd, Ev'n Purgatory Itself To Thee 's A Jest.

If Today I Had A Young Mind To Direct, To Start On The Journey Of Life, And I Was Faced With The Duty Of Choosing Between The Natural Way Of My Forefathers And That Of The... Present Way Of Civilization, I Would, For Its Welfare, Unhesitatingly Set That Child's Feet In The Path Of My Forefathers. I Would Raise Him To Be An Indian!