In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his
slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In
the woods is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God a
decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and
the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand
years. In the woods we return to reason and faith.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood.
- James Russell Lowell
Last Revised: 2008 April 9
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