The making of gardens and parks goes on with civilization all over the world, and they increase both in size and number as their value is recognized. Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places...

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

Nothing truly wild is unclean.

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

It has always been my understanding that truth and freedom can only exist in wild places.

John Muir, Earth-planet, Universe.