I Am Well Again, I Came To

I’d Rather Be In The Mountains Thinking Of God, Than In Church Thinking About The Mountains.

He Had Gone To The Higher Sierras... [about Ralph Waldo Emerson's Death]

I Am Losing Precious Days. I Am Degenerating Into A Machine For Making Money. I Am Learning Nothing In This Trivial World Of Men. I Must Break Away And Get Out Into The Mountains To Learn The News

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.

Any Fool Can Destroy Trees, They Cannot Run Away.