The power of imagination makes us infinite.

Most people are on the world, not in it

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

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

The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.”

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

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

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.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

The world's big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

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

The power of imagination makes us infinite.

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

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

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

Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness

The mountains are calling and I must go.

Earth has no sorrow that earth cannot heal.

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

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

The power of imagination makes us infinite.

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

The sun shines not on us but in us.

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

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

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

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

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

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

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.

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

The morning stars still sing together, and the world, not yet half made, becomes more beautiful every day.

Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.

I am learning to live close to the lives of my friends without ever seeing them. No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.

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

None of Nature’s landscapes are ugly so long as they are wild

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