John Muir·1894How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! To behold this alone is worth the pains of any excursion a thousand times over.
Ralph Waldo Emerson·1836In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life — no disgrace, no calamity — which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space, all mean egotism vanishes.
Petrarch·1336To-day I made the ascent of the highest mountain in this region, which is not improperly called Ventosum. My only motive was the wish to see what so great an elevation had to offer.
