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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....
• 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....
• Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
  The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves....
• 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....
• How infinitely superior to our physical senses are those of the mind!
  The spiritual eye sees not only rivers of water but of air....
• 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 beautiful, how entrancing you are, my loved one, daughter of delights!
  You are stately as a palm-tree, and your breasts are the clusters of dates....
• aga n. [WPI] A cuspy but bogus raving story about N random broken people.
  Here is a classic example of the saga form, as told by Guy L....
• To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune
  to lose both looks like carelessness." WILDE...