“I never saw a discontented tree.”

Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue; indeed the body seems one palate, and tingles equally throughout.”

It seems supernatural, but only because it is not understood

At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.

And into the woods I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

Wherever we go in the mountains, or indeed in any of God’s wild fields, we find more than we seek.”

I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.

Nothing truly wild is unclean

Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every way.

Here I could stay tethered forever with just bread and water, nor would I be lonely; loved friends and neighbors, as love for everything increased, would seem all the nearer however many the miles and mountains between us.

Here are the roots of all the life of the valleys, and here more simply than elsewhere is the eternal flux of nature manifested.

Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away

The sun shines not on us but in us

The battle for conservation must go on endlessly. It is part of the universal warfare between right and wrong

In our best times everything turns into religion, all the world seems a church and the mountains altars.”

But the darkest scriptures of the mountains are illumined with bright passages of love that never fail to make themselves felt when one is alone

Then, after a long fireside rest and a glance at my notebook, I cut a few leafy branches for a bed, and fell into the clear, death-like sleep of the tired mountaineer

One day’s exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.

Who wouldn’t be a mountaineer! Up here all the world’s prizes seem nothing

We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us

Going to the mountains is going home.”

The mountains are calling and I must go

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world’s wildernesses I first should wander.

Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains.