No Synonym For God Is So Perfect

No Temple Made With Hands Can Compare With Yosemite. Every Rock In Its Walls Seems To Glow With Life. Some Lean Back In Majestic Repose; Others, Absolutely Sheer Or Nearly So For Thousands Of Feet, Advance Beyond Their Companions In Thoughtful Attitudes, Giving Welcome To Storms And Calms Alike, Seemingly Aware, Yet Heedless, Of Everything Going On About Them.

I Always Enjoyed The Hearty Society Of A Snowstorm.

Who Wouldn't Be A Mountaineer! Up Here All The World's Prizes Seem Nothing

Who Publishes The Sheet-music Of The Winds Or The Music Of Water Written In River-lines?

Between Every Two Pine Trees There Is A Door Leading To A New Way Of Life.