If You Think You Can Do It,

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.

Nature Exists For Man No More Than She Does For Monkeys, And Is As Regardless Of His Life Or Pleasure Or Success As She Is Of The Fleas. Her Waves Will Drown Him, Her Fire Burn Him, And Her Earth Devour Him, Her Storms And Lightning Smite Him, As If He Were Only A Dog.

The Secret Of Happiness Is Something To Do.

I Have Discovered The Secret Of Happiness - It Is Work, Either With The Hands Or The Head. The Moment I Have Something To Do, The Draughts Are Open And My Chimney Draws, And I Am Happy.

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.