There Is Not A Fragment In All

Writing Is Like The Life Of A Glacier; One Eternal Grind.

Wilderness Is A Necessity... There Must Be Places For Human Beings To Satisfy Their Souls.

The Forests Of America, However Slighted By Man, Must Have Been A Great Delight To God; For They Were The Best He Ever Planted.

How Infinitely Superior To Our Physical Senses Are Those Of The Mind!

Perhaps The Profession Of Doing Good May Be Full, But Every Body Should Be Kind At Least To Himself. Take A Course Of Good Water And Air, And In The Eternal Youth Of Nature You May Renew Your Own. Go Quietly, Alone; No Harm Will Befall You. Some Have Strange, Morbid Fears As Soon As They Find Themselves With Nature, Even In The Kindest And Wildest Of Her Solitudes, Like Very Sick Children Afraid Of Their Mother-as If God Were Dead And The Devil Were King.