We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.
I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.
This time it is real – all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
Most people are on the world, not in it.
Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing.
Nothing truly wild is unclean.
One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains.
We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.
I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature's loveliness.
Never while anything is left of me shall this... camp be forgotten. It has fairly grown into me, not merely as memory pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and body alike.
Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.
When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.
As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.
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.
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 away from you like the leaves of Autumn.