Do Not Despise Your Own Place And

The Rocks Are Not So Close Akin To Us As The Soil; They Are One More Remove From Us; But They Lie Back Of All, And Are The Final Source Of All. ... Time, Geologic Time, Looks Out At Us From The Rocks As From No Other Objects In The Landscape.

Every Walk To The Woods Is A Religious Rite, Every Bath In The Stream Is A Saving Ordinance. Communion Service Is At All Hours, And The Bread And Wine Are From The Heart And Marrow Of Mother Earth.

How Much There Is In Books That One Does Not Want To Know, That It Would Be A Mere Weariness And Burden To The Spirit To Know.

We Have Produced Some Good Walkers And Saunterers, And Some Noted Climbers; But As A Staple Recreation, As A Daily Practice, The Mass Of The People Dislike And Despise Walking.

Nature Teaches More Than She Preaches. There Are No Sermons In Stones. It Is Easier To Get A Spark Out Of A Stone Than A Moral.