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

I attribute my success to this – I never gave or took any excuse.

My success isn’t a result of arrogance – it’s a result of belief.

Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out.

I always wanted to be the best and to get the most out of myself.

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

Success is only meaningful and enjoyable if it feels like your own.

Success is largely a matter of holding on after others have let go.

Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.

I want to be the best, so whatever comes with that, I’ll have to accept.

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