Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings, Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but nature's sources never fail.

Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts; and if people in general could be got into the woods, …

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

Fresh beauty opens one's eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very abundance and completeness of the common beauty that besets our steps prevents its being…

How sweet to be a cloud Floating in the blue

On the mountains there is freedom! The world is perfect everywhere, Save where man comes with his torment.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic.