Going Into The Woods, Is

…their Eager, Childlike Attention Was Refreshing To See As Compared With The Decent, Deathlike Apathy Of Weary Civilized People, In Whom Natural Curiosity Has Been Quenched In Toil And Care And Poor, Shallow Comfort.

Going To The Woods Is Going Home, For I Suppose We Came From The Woods Originally.

In This Silent, Serene Wilderness The Weary Can Gain A Heart-bath In Perfect Peace.

To Myself, Mountains Are The Beginning And The End Of All Natural Scenery; In Them, And In The Forms Of Inferior Landscape That Lead To Them, My Affections Are Wholly Bound Up.

One Day's Exposure To Mountains Is Better Than A Cartload Of Books.