A writer's heart must beat. A reader's heart must hear it.
I have never yet happened upon a trace of evidence. . . to show that any one animal was ever made for another as much as it was made for itself.
No words will ever describe the exquisite beauty and charm of this mountain park – Nature’s landscape garden at once tenderly beautiful and sublime. No wonder it draws nature-lovers from all over the world.
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
When I first caught sight of (Mount Shasta) over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since.
I am very blessed. The Valley is full of people, but they do not annoy me. I revolve in pathless places and in higher rocks than the world and his ribbony wife can reach.
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
I don't want to have anything to do with the government. And yet if we don't have any regulations, there goes civilization, there goes security, and there goes protecting you against what people are going to sell you.
There's no such thing as bad weather, just soft people.
Hold back nothing of yourselves for yourselves so that He who gives Himself totally to you may receive you totally.
We don't have much in the way of a business strategy. Like no business plan. Which I say to torment all my friends who are VCs or MBAs. That's always entertaining. The deal is, it's a mixture of luck and persistence.