The Mountains Are Fountains Not Only Of

Never While Anything Is Left Of Me Shall This... Camp Be Forgotten. It Has Fairly Grown Into Me, Not Merely As Memory Pictures, But As Part And Parcel Of Mind And Body Alike.

If The Creator Were To Bestow A New Set Of Senses Upon Us, Or Slightly Remodel The Present Ones, Leaving All The Rest Of Nature Unchanged, We Should Never Doubt We Were In Another World, And So In Strict Reality We Should Be, Just As If All The World Besides Our Senses Were Changed.

What Wonders Lie In Every Mountain Day!

Going To The Woods Is Going Home, For I Suppose We Came From The Woods Originally.

When You Tug At A Single Thing In The Universe, You'll Find Its Attached To Everything Else.