Better To Toil Blindly, Beating Every Stone

Walk Away Quietly In Any Direction And Taste The Freedom Of The Mountaineer. Camp Out Among The Grasses And Gentians Of Glacial Meadows, In Craggy Garden Nooks Full Of Nature's Darlings.

The Water In Music The Oar Forsakes. The Air In Music The Wing Forsakes. All Things In Move In Music And Write It. The Mouse, Lizard, And Grasshopper Sing Together On The Turlock Sands, Sing With The Morning Stars.

One Day's Exposure To Mountains Is Better Than A Cartload Of Books.

I Never Saw A Discontented Tree.

Our Lives Are Rounded With A Sleep.