“There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties.”

At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.

Nothing dollarable is safe.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

In the beauty and grandeur of individual trees, and in number and variety of species, the Sierra forests surpass all others.

Nothing truly wild is unclean.

Nothing truly wild is unclean.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

The world, we are told, was made especially for man – a presumption not supported by all the facts.

Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.

Who wouldn’t be a mountaineer! Up here all the world’s prizes seem nothing.

On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death.

The world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.

Real friends are very special, but you have to be careful because sometimes you have a friend and you think they are made of rock, then suddenly you realise they’re only made of sand.

I don’t care much about the money at all. Frankly, if I get the chance to kiss someone in a movie, they wouldn’t need to pay me at all.

Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.

Promising too much can be as cruel as caring too little.

How can you take care of someone else when you can’t even take care of yourself?

An artist has got to be careful never really to arrive at a place where he thinks he’s AT somewhere. You always have to realize that you’re constantly in a state of becoming. And, as long as you can stay in that realm you’ll sort of be alright.

We don’t care. We don’t have to. We’re the phone company.