My fire was in all its glory about midnight, and, having made a bark shed to shelter me from the rain and partially dry my clothing, I had nothing to do but look and listen and join the trees in their hymns and prayers.

Looking eastward from the summit of Pacheco Pass one shining morning, a landscape was displayed that after all my wanderings still appears as the most beautifu…

Nature chose for a tool, not the earthquake or lightning to rend and split asunder, not the stormy torrent or eroding rain, but the tender snow-flowers noisele…

Lie down among the pines for a while then get to plain pure white love-work to help humanity and other mortals.

The very clouds have wept and died And only God is in the sky.

I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.

'Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.