“I am learning to live close to the lives of my friends without ever seeing them. No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.”

I never saw a discontented tree.

One day’s exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.

So also there are tides and floods in the affairs of men, which in some are slight and may be kept within bounds, but in others they overmaster everything.

The soft light of morning falls upon ripening forests of oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Nature is thoughtful and calm.

It seems supernatural, but only because it is not understood.

We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.

As if nothing that does not obviously make for the benefit of man had any right to exist; as if our ways were God’s ways.

The wrongs done to trees, wrongs of every sort, are done in the darkness of ignorance and unbelief, for when the light comes, the heart of the people is always right.

This time it is real – all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!

To the lover of wilderness, Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.

Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.

In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world.

Everybody needs beauty, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.

Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.

Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

Everything in Nature called destruction must be creation-a change from beauty to beauty.

For them to see you shine, you must stay far away, for you are just like the sun, when you are too close, you light makes them blind. And when you are too far, they seek you. So let them seek you.

You shouldn’t get too close to the truth, because then maybe you stop being funny.

Maybe you’re the reason why all doors are closed, so you can open one that leads you to the perfect road.

A young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.

Science is moving closer to weaponry, and Art is moving closer to commercialism. And never the twain shall meet.

True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.

The weather never stays too cold when the mother stays close

All hustlers have the understanding that when one door closes, another will open.