Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
But indeed, it is not so much for its beauty-that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of the air, that emanates from the old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
In all things of nature there is something of the marvellous.
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
Not all that wander are lost.