It is always the silly things that remind me
Nature has always something rare to show us. . . and the danger to life and limb is hardly greater than one would experience crouching deprecatingly beneath a roof.
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.
Man who want pretty nurse, must be patient.
Crushed to earth and rising again is an author's gymnastic. Once he fails to struggle to his feet and grab his pen, he will contemplate a fact he should never permit himself to face: that in all probability books have been written, are being written, will be written, better than anything he has done, is doing, or will do.
Some people become dullards, but as children we are all creative. It's in the programming, the socialization, that we lose our sense of play.
I believe that it is my job to fight for the rights of others to have the same rights that I take for granted. As a white, American male, I have had it quite good. I recognize that and fight every day for everyone to have the same opportunities that I have had.