It is the marriage of the soul with Nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination.

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.

The world is but a canvas to our imagination.

This world is but a canvas to our imaginations.

We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.