• The dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
• I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
• The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able men whose thought and deeds have moved the world, have come down from the mountains—mountain-dwellers who have grown up strong there with the forest trees in Nature's workshops.
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