The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.

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

Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

The sun shines not on us but in us.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

Earth has no sorrow that earth cannot heal.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.

God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

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.

Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.

Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.

The world, we are told, was made especially for man — a presumption not supported by all the facts.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.

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