Whenever Man Forgets That Man Is An

The Wilderness And The Idea Of Wilderness Is One Of The Permanent Homes Of The Human Spirit.

Nature Takes No Account Of Even The Most Reasonable Of Human Excuses.

The Mind Leaps, And Leaps Perhaps With A Sort Of Elation, Through The Immensities Of Space, But The Spirit, Frightened And Cold, Longs To Have Once More Above Its Head The Inverted Bowl Beyond Which May Lie Whatever Paradise Its Desires May Create.

In The Long Run Our Boasted Control Of Nature Is A Delusion.

The Most Serious Charge Which Can Be Brought Against New England Is Not Puritanism But February.