[Concerning the Sugar Pine:] The wood is deliciously fragrant, and fine in grain and texture; it is of a rich cream-yellow, as if formed of condensed… - John Muir

The wood is deliciously fragrant, fine in grain and texture and creamy yellow, as if formed of condensed sunbeams

I don't think Mr. Harriman is very rich. He has not as much money as I have. I have all I want and Mr. Harriman has not.

Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun, — part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.

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.