I don’t agree with you in saying that in all human minds there is poetry. Man as he came from the hand of his Maker was poetic in both mind and body, but the gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.
No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.
I wonder if leaves feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?
God cannot save them from fools.
A lifetime is so little a time that we die before we get ready to live. I should like to study at a college, but then I have to say to myself: “You will die before you can do anything else”.
The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in ‘creation’s dawn.’ The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.
Some people miss flesh as a drunkard misses his dram...
It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when the sun gold is richest.
Books are but stepping stones to show you where other minds have been.
The most distinctive, and perhaps the most impressive, characteristic of American scenery is its wilderness.
In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.
A little pure wildness is the one great present want, both of men and sheep.
Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness.
You know that I have not lagged behind in the work of exploring our grand wilderness, and in calling everybody to come and enjoy the thousand blessings they have to offer.
Any fool can destroy trees, they cannot run away.
I am very blessed. The Valley is full of people, but they do not annoy me. I revolve in pathless places and in higher rocks than the world and his ribbony wife can reach.
Nature had gathered her choicest treasures, to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her.
Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.
In every country the mountains are fountains, not only of rivers but of men. Therefore we all are born mountaineers, the offspring of rock and sunshine.
The United States government has always been proud of the welcome it has extended to good men of every nation, seeking freedom and homes and bread.