which, if we uncousciously yield to it,
will direct us aright. (H. D. Thoreau)
the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure - they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in days and years to come. (Edward Abbey)
Descending to the Astental Valley.
My God is the God of walkers. If you walk hard enough, you probably don't need any other god. (Bruce Chatwin)
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. (Rachel Carson)
Our way is not soft grass, it's a mountain path with lots of rocks. But it goes upward, forward, toward the sun. (Ruth Westheimer)