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.
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity...
I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God, than in church thinking about the mountains.
God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.
Come to the woods, for here is rest.
Large flocks of butterflies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness.
God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.
Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen.
Look! Nature is overflowing with the grandeur of God!
These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar.
I never saw a discontented tree.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
Wander a whole summer if you can. Time will not be taken from the sum of life. Instead of shortening, it will definitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.
The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.
I am hopelessly and forever a mountaineer.
To the lover of wilderness, Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.
Heaven knows that John the Baptist was not more eager to get all his fellow sinners into the Jordan than I to baptize all of mine in the beauty of God’s mountains.
In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world.
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.