Ink Cannot Tell The Glow That Lights

Listen To Them! How Wholly Infused With God Is This One Big Word Of Love That We Call The World!

Nature As A Poet, An Enthusiastic Workingman, Becomes More And More Visible The Farther And Higher We Go; For The Mountains Are Fountains – Beginning Places, However Related To Sources Beyond Mortal Ken.

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

Nothing Truly Wild Is Unclean.

The Finest Of The Glacier Meadow Gardens Lie ...imbedded In The Upper Pine Forests Like Lakes Of Light.