The mountains are calling and I must go.
(April 21, 1838 - December 24, 1914)
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
Tug on anything at all and you'll find it connected to everything else in the universe.
Keep close to Nature's heart...and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
The power of imagination makes us infinite.
To think too long about doing a thing often becomes its undoing.
Our goal there was we wanted to keep it to around $50 for a family of four to attend one of our Sunday afternoon shows.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?