Books Are But Stepping Stones To Show

Nothing Truly Wild Is Unclean.

Going Into The Woods, Is Going Home

While Cares Will Drop Off Like Autumn Leaves.

To Myself, Mountains Are The Beginning And The End Of All Natural Scenery; In Them, And In The Forms Of Inferior Landscape That Lead To Them, My Affections Are Wholly Bound Up.

No Temple Made With Hands Can Compare With Yosemite.