The Sun Shines Not On Us But

Man Is Always And Everywhere A Blight On The Landscape.

I Never Saw A Discontented Tree.

Nature As A Poet, An Enthusiastic Workingman, Becomes More And More Visible The Farther And Higher We Go; For The Mountains Are Fountains – Beginning Places, However Related To Sources Beyond Mortal Ken.

The Grand Show Is Eternal It Is Always Sunrise Somewhere

What Wonders Lie In Every Mountain Day!