“The deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.”

The mountains are calling and I must go.

I have never yet happened upon a trace of evidence that seemed to show that any one animal was ever made for another as much as it was made for itself.

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get – people, storms, guardian angels, or sheep.

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.

Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.

Few places in this world are more dangerous than home.

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world’s wildernesses I first should wander.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.

Go where we will, all the world over, we seem to have been there before.

Yet through all this stress the forest is maintained in marvelous beauty.

Night is coming on and I am filled with indescribable loneliness. Felt feverish; bathed in a black, silent stream.

The power of imagination makes us infinite.

Going to the mountains is going home.

The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.

You try to get out there and live. I’ve always had good friends who’ve been very supportive and help make me feel good and grounded because I’ve never felt attached to the film industry.

Niggas want to kill me and y’all still wit em and y’all chill wit em and y’all wonder why we not friends.

I just wish more of my fellow queers would come out sometimes. It’s nice out here, you know?

A friend told me that teenage girls are always looking for someone to pin their dreams on. That doesn’t make it any less weird though.

An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there’s another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.

We are so fond on one another because our ailments are the same.

The highest friendship must always lead us to the highest pleasure.