Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.
We might say that the earth has the spirit of growth; that its flesh is the soil.
You could cover the whole earth with asphalt, but sooner or later green grass would break through.
When the skies and the oceans are clean again. Then we shall be free.
I try to be like a forest: revitalizing and constantly growing.
Nature repairs her ravages,--repairs them with her sunshine and with human labor.
