No Synonym For God Is So Perfect

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.

Oh, These Vast, Calm, Measureless Mountain Days, Inciting At Once To Work And Rest!

Eternal Sunrise, Eternal Sunset, Eternal Dawn And Gloaming, On Seas And Continents And Islands, Each In Its Turn, As The Round Earth Rolls.

There Are No Accidents In Nature.

Society Speaks And All Men Listen, Mountains Speak And Wise Men Listen