Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

Few places in this world are more dangerous than home. Fear not, therefore, to try the mountain passes. They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free, and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action.

Look! Nature is overflowing with the grandeur of God!

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

A little pure wildness is the one great present want, both of men and sheep.

Listen to them! How wholly infused with God is this one big word of love that we call the world!

This time it is real -- all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!

So also there are tides and floods in the affairs of men, which in some are slight and may be kept within bounds, but in others they overmaster everything.

Every purely natural object is a conductor of divinity, and we have but to expose ourselves in a clean condition to any of these conductors, to be fed and nourished by them. Only in this way can we procure our daily spirit bread.

Wildness was ever sounding in our ears, and Nature saw to it that besides school lessons some of her own lessons should be learned, perhaps with a view to the time when we should be called to wander in wildness to our heart's content.

Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.

My meals were easily made, for they were all alike and simple, only a cupful of tea and bread.

Men use care in purchasing a horse, and are neglectful in choosing friends.

The finest of the glacier meadow gardens lie ...imbedded in the upper pine forests like lakes of light.

When I discovered a new plant, I sat down beside it for a minute or a day, to make its acquaintance and hear what it had to tell... I asked the boulders I met, whence they came and whither they were going.

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.

One can make a day of any size.