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STEM_

...fresh beauty opens one's eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very abundance and completeness of the common beauty that besets our steps prevents its being absorbed and appreciated... in God's wildness lies the hope of the world - the great fresh unblighted, unredeemed wilderness... the galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware...


SPROUT_

...how little note is taken of the deeds of nature! What paper publishes her reports? .... who publishes the sheet-music of the winds, or the written music of water written in river-lines? Who reports and works and ways of the clouds, those wondrous creations coming into being every day like freshly upheaved mountains? And what record is kept of nature's colors


SPRIG_

... only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter. ...when one is alone at night in the depths of these woods, the stillness is at once awful and sublime... every leaf seems to speak...


...a people without history is not redeemed from time... we shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time...