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• Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest!
  Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God....
• When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.
  -- My First Summer in the Sierra , 1911, page 110....
• One is constantly reminded of the infinite lavishness and fertility of Nature -- inexhaustible abundance amid what seems enormous waste.
  And yet when we look into any of her operations that lie within reach of our minds, we learn that no particle of her material is wasted or worn out....
• Range of Light: Looking eastward from the summit of Pacheco Pass one shining morning, a landscape was displayed that after all my wanderings still appears as the most beautiful I have ever beheld.
  At my feet lay the Great Central Valley of California, level and flowery, like a lake of pure sunshine, forty or fifty miles wide, five hundred miles long, one rich furred garden of yellow Compositae....
• How infinitely superior to our physical senses are those of the mind!
  The spiritual eye sees not only rivers of water but of air....
• How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof!
  In such places standing alone on the mountain-top it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make - leaves and moss like the marmots and birds, or tents or piled stone - we all dwell in a house of one room - the world with the firmament for its roof - and are sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track....
• Fresh beauty opens one's eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very abundance and completeness of the common beauty that besets our steps prevents its being absorbed and appreciated.
  It is a good thing, therefore, to make short excursions now and then to the bottom of the sea among dulse and coral, or up among the clouds on mountain-tops, or in balloons, or even to creep like worms into dark holes and caverns underground, not only to learn something of what is going on in those out-of-the-way places, but to see better what the sun sees on our return to common everyday beauty....
• When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop
  iped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with all other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty....
• It has been said that trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment rooted in the ground.
  But they never seem so to me. I never saw a discontented tree....