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It is a fine thing to be out on the hills alone. A man can hardly be a beast or a fool alone on a great mountain. — Francis Kilvert · 1871
In Wildness is the preservation of the World. — Henry David Thoreau · 1851
What are men to rocks and mountains? — Jane Austen · 1813
John Clare1 quote
I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator God And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below, above, the vaulted sky. — John Clare · 1848
John Keats1 quote
To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven. — John Keats · 1817
John Muir1 quote
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings, Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. — John Muir · 1898
Li Bai1 quote
Drunk we lie down in empty hills, heaven and earth our quilt and pillow. — Li Bai · 762
Lord Byron1 quote
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the Lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I Love not Man the Less, but Nature more. — Lord Byron · 1818
The only Zen you find on the tops of mountains is the Zen you bring up there. — Robert M. Pirsig · 1974
You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters. — St. Bernard of Clairvaux · 1147
When I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars. — Walt Whitman · 1867
I come into the peace of wild things Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. — Wendell Berry · 1968
Great things are done when men and mountains meet. — William Blake · 1807