God Cannot Save Them From Fools.

Winds Are Advertisements Of All They Touch, However Much Or Little We May Be Able To Read Them; Telling Their Wanderings Even By Their Scents Alone.

As Long As I Live, I'll Hear Waterfalls And Birds And Winds Sing.

To The Sane And Free It Will Hardly Seem Necessary To Cross The Continent In Search Of Wild Beauty, However Easy The Way, For They Find It In Abundance Wherever They Chance To Be.

Climb The Mountains And Get Their Good Tidings.

In The Eternal Youth Of Nature, You May Renew Your Own.