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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin

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.

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

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

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

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.

Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.

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

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

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

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

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.