When we walk, we naturally go to the fields and woods: what would become of us, if we walked only in a garden or a mall?
If you don't know where you are, you don't know who you are.
The soil is the great connector of our lives, the source and destination of all.
We have seen from experience that, if we are in the habit of walking regularly on the same road, we are able to think about other things while walking, without paying attention to our steps.
Walking is a man's best medicine.
Walking is also an ambulation of mind.
Reading without purpose is sauntering not exercise.
Some do not walk at all; others walk in the highways; a few walk across lots.
Every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us.
Meandering leads to perfection.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
Putting facts by the thousands, into the world, the toes take off with an appealing squeak which the thumping heel follows confidentially, the way men greet men. Sometimes walking is just such elated pumping.
Let no one be deluded that a knowledge of the path can substitute for putting one foot in front of the other.
You have to go through the falling down in order to learn to walk. It helps to know that you can survive it. That's an education in itself.
The influence of fine scenery, the presence of mountains, appeases our irritations and elevates our friendships.
I was the world in which I walked.
People need immediate places to refresh, reinvent themselves. Our surroundings built and natural alike, have an immediate and a continuing effect on the way we feel and act, and on our health and intelligence. These places have an impact on our sense of self, our sense of safety, the kind of work we get done, the ways we interact with other people, even our ability to function as citizens in a democracy. In short, the places where we spend our time affect the people we are and can become.
The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven's croak, is one of the grandest tunes to walk by. Or on a night in May, one can walk through the too rare Italian forests for an hour on end and never be out of hearing of the nightingale's song.
Our feet are our body's connection to the earth.
Walking . . . is how the body measures itself against the earth.
All paths lead nowhere, so it is important to choose a path that has heart.
Long distance hiking is not a vacation, it's too long for that. It's not recreation, too much toil and pain involved. It is, we decide, a way of life, a very simplified Spartan way of living ... life on the move ... heavy packs, sweating brow; they make you appreciate warm sunshine, companionship, cool water. The best way to appreciate these things that are precious and important in life it is take them away.
[Walking] is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside.
Take a walk on the wild side.
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