There is a love of wild Nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love ever showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties

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

Yosemite Park is a place of rest… None can escape its charms. Its natural beauty cleans and warms like a fire, and you will be willing to stay forever in one place like a tree.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin

Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.

There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself

Beauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever.”

The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.

Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean

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

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.

To the lover of wilderness, Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.” 

We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.

One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill

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

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.

The mountains are calling and I must go

Going to the mountains is going home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sun shines not on us but in us

Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away

Most people are on the world, not in it

The deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends

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

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.

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

Nothing truly wild is unclean

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

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

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

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.

It seems supernatural, but only because it is not understood

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.”

“I never saw a discontented tree.”

Wherever there were glaciers, the world was in a constant state of creation.

One must labor for beauty as for bread.

There is nothing more eloquent in Nature than a mountain stream

The power of imagination makes us infinite

Fortunately wrong cannot last. Soon or late it must fall back home to Hades, while some compensating good must surely follow.”

Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen

Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life

The snow is melting into music