One Should Go To The Woods For

When I First Caught Sight Of (mount Shasta) Over The Braided Folds Of The Sacramento Valley I Was Fifty Miles Away And Afoot, Alone And Weary. Yet All My Blood Turned To Wine, And I Have Not Been Weary Since.

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.

What Wonders Lie In Every Mountain Day!

Handle A Book As A Bee Does A Flower, Extract Its Sweetness But Do Not Damage It.

The Power Of Imagination Is Infinite.