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• If my soul could get away from this so-called prison, be granted all the list of attributes generally bestowed on spirits, my first ramble on spirit-wings would not be among the volcanoes of the moon.
  Nor should I follow the sunbeams to their sources in the sun....
• A rabbi and a priest are sitting together on a train, and the rabbi leans over and asks, "So, how high can you advance in your organization?
  The priest replies, "Well, if I am lucky, I guess I could become a Bishop....
• By labour and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life)
  joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should not willingly let it die....
• I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility.
  Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time....
• I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away.
  But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine...
• Coyote: Clarity is the path to inner peace. Home
  Well, what should I do? Should I meditate? Should I get rid of all my possessions?...
• Narrator: The story of our national parks begins in 1872.
  Perhaps we should let John Muir tell the tale....
• The ideal reasoner, would, when he had once been shown a single fact in all its bearing
  deduce from it not only the chain of events which led up to it but also the results which would follow from it....
• Range of Light: Looking eastward from the summit of Pacheco Pass one shining morning, a landscape was displayed that after all my wanderings still appears as the most beautiful I have ever beheld.
  At my feet lay the Great Central Valley of California, level and flowery, like a lake of pure sunshine, forty or fifty miles wide, five hundred miles long, one rich furred garden of yellow Compositae....