The night before I left Las Vegas I walked out in the…

I walked in a desert. And I cried, ‘Ah, God, take me from this place!’ A voice said, ‘It is no desert.’ I cried,…

— Stephen Crane

“18890 kilometers I travelled one year. One year without boundaries. One year opened like a white canvas. I walked into the desert of life,…

— D.W. Singleton

“One night as I walked in the desert the mountains rode on my shoulders and the sky became my heart, and the earth -…

— Mirabai

“I walked, a desert creature, in that fertile land. I felt harsh and dusty.”

— Anonymous

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! To behold this alone is worth the pains of any excursion a thousand times over.…

— John Muir

What do we plant when we plant a tree? A thousand things that we daily see, We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,…

— Henry Abbey

A transition from an author's book to his conversation is too often like an entrance into a large city, after a distant prospect. Remotely,…

— Samuel Johnson

Strange that so few ever come to the woods to see how the pine lives and grows and spires, lifting its evergreen arms to…

— Henry David Thoreau

Into my hear an air that kills through yon far country blows what are those blue remembered hills what spires,what farms are those? that…

— A. E. Housman

The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at…

— T. S. Eliot

For the machine meant the conquest of horizontal space. It also meant a sense of that space which few people had experienced before –…

— Robert Hughes

I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“These spires above my house are doves, lifted by grace above the earth's eruption.”

— Jay Wright

The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas,…

— Charles Dickens

Many men build as cathedrals are built-the part nearest the ground finished, but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires,…

— Henry Ward Beecher