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.

Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.

These beautiful days must enrich all my life. They do not exist as mere pictures – maps hung upon the walls of memory – but they saturate themselves into every part of the body – and live always.

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