“Every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.”

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

It is always interesting to see people in dead earnest, from whatever cause, and earthquakes make everybody earnest.

Will you be stubborn, full of patience. When all around you rush? Today you built a piece of your future. Will it ever be enough?

I remind myself that I am capable of growing flowers from rain and building mountains from dirt.

You should only ever build a house with someone who’s love is as strong as each nail.

We share a space we build a bond; Love is Inevitable.

I’m not against the government building roads. That is a legitimate government function. But I am very much against the government claiming that their building the road is the reason somebody on the road is successful.

I build my empire with stars and words.

You can’t build a strong connection to the one who is disconnect from himself.

Lets build a happy little cloud. Lets build some happy little trees.