“The glories of a mountain campfire are far greater than may be guessed.” — John Muir

“There’s no wi-fi in the mountains, but you’ll find no better connection.” — Anonymous

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep…” — Robert Frost

“Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach of us more than we can ever learn from books.” — John Lubbock

“In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.” — Alice Walker

“If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.” — Bill Watterson

“Now I see the secret of making the best person, it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.” — Walt Whitman

“Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.” — Terry Tempest Williams

“My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.” — Claude Monet

“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” — Albert Einstein

“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my sense put in order.” — John Burroughs

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity.” — John Muir

“Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization.” — Charles Lindbergh

“Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.” — Lorraine Anderson

“The wilderness holds answers to questions we have not yet learned to ask.” — Nancy Wynne Newhall

“Wilderness is not a luxury but necessity of the human spirit.” — Edward Abbey

“The farther one gets into the wilderness, the greater is the attraction of its lonely freedom.” — Teddy Roosevelt

“We can never have enough of nature.” — Henry David Thoreau

“Leave the road, take the trails.” — Pythagoras

“In a cool solitude of trees, where leaves and birds a music spin, mind that was weary is at ease, new rhythms in the soul begin.” — William Kean Seymour