Rivers Flow Not Past, But Through Us;

Our Lives Are Rounded With A Sleep.

One Can Make A Day Of Any Size

Going Into The Woods, Is Going Home

Surely All God's People, However Serious Or Savage, Great Or Small, Like To Play.

Yosemite Park Is A Place Of Rest, A Refuge From The Roar And Dust And Weary, Nervous, Wasting Work Of The Lowlands, In Which One Gains The Advantages Of Both Solitude And Society.