Whenever spring comes to New York I can’t stand the suggestions of the land that come blowing over the river from New Jersey and I’ve got to go. So I went.
But who can’t sleep like a log in a solitary cabin in the woods, you wake up refreshed and realizing the universe namelessly: the universe is an Angel - but easy enough to say when you’ve had your escape from the gooky city turn into a success
No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength
I saw Japhy loping along in that curious long stride of the mountainclimber, with a small knapsack on his back filled with books and torch rushes and whatnot which was his small “going to the city” knapsack
Japhy and I were kind of outlandish-looking on the campus in our old clothes in fact Japhy was considered an eccentric around the campus, which is the usual thing for campuses and college people to think whenever a real man appears on the scene
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
As a little boy, you know, I started a very serious forest fire in Massachusetts...and it’s never worried me in the least, because I’ve had only my blithe self to answer for that crime