“Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.”

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

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

“Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.”

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

“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.”

“I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!”