Whoso walketh in solitude, And inhabiteth the wood, Choosing light, wave, rock, and bird, Before the money-loving herd, Into that forester shall pass, From these companions, power and grace. There is something in the very name of wilderness which charms the ear, and soothes the spirit of man. There is religion in it. When ever the light of civilization faces upon you with a blighting power go to the wilderness Dull business routine, the fierce passions of the marketplace, the perils of envious cities became but a memory The wilderness will take hold of you. Our lives need the relief of where the pine flourishes and the jay still screams.
All good things are wild and free.
A town is saved, not more by the righteous men in it than by the woods and swamps that surround it. In wildness is the preservation of the world. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.