“Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.”

“Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.”

“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!”

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

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

“Nothing truly wild is unclean.”

“This is Nature's own reservation, and every lover of wildness will rejoice with me that by kindly frost it is so well defended.”