“With a bound, the sun of a molten fiery red cam above the horizon, and immediately thousands of little birds sang out for joy, and a soft chorus of mysterious, glad murmurs came forth from the eart...”

“I have never seen mountains before, and they fill me and oppress me so much that I could not sleep; I must keep awake this first night, and see that they dont fall on the earth and overwhelm it." [...”

“The temptation is too strong for me. Oh, Lord! where is Thy peace that I believed in, in my childhood? that I hear people speaking of now, as if it hushed up the troubles of life, and had not to b...”

“...somehow, the very errors and faults of one individual served to call out the higher excellencies in another, and so they re-acted upon each other, and the result of short discords was exceeding ...”

“What do you expectnot indifference or ingratitude? (-Miss Benson) It is better not to expect or calculate consequences. The longer I live, the more fully I see that. Let us try simply to do right a...”

“Miss Benson had the power; which some people have, of carrying her wishes through to fulfillment; her will was strong, her sense was excellent, and people yielded to her they did not know why.”

“Creativity is the state of consciousness in which you enter into the treasury of your innermost being and bring the beauty into manifestation. (p.232)”

“Do you think I'm pretty?I think you're beautifulBeautiful?You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.”

“As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”

“Wherever forests have not been mowed down, wherever the animal is recessed in their quiet protection, wherever the earth is not bereft of four-footed life - that to the white man is an 'unbroken wi...”

“Earth is the holiest place in the Universe, loving the earth, and loving life is the way to generate positive vibrations.”

“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!”

“The mountains are intimations of transcendence, which he is now free to pursue, and the walking writes messages in every cell of his body, telling him that he is not locked inside a cement box, nor...”

“I send thee, love, this upland flower I foundWhile wandering lonely with o'erclouded heart,Hid in a grey recess of rocky groundAmong the misty mountains far apart;And then I heard the wild wind's l...”