As to when I shall visit civilization, it will not be soon, I think. I have not tired of the wilderness; rather, I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time.
I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and the star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities.
Do you blame me then for staying here, where I feel that I belong and am one with the world around me?
It is enough that I am surrounded by beauty. I know that I could not bear the routine and humdrum of the life that you are forced to lead.
I don't think I could ever settle down. I have known too much of the depths of life already, and I would prefer anything to an anticlimax.
I have always been unsatisfied with life as most people live it.
Always I want to live more intensely and richly.
Why muck and conceal one's true longings and loves, when by speaking of them one might find someone to understand them, and by acting on them one might discover oneself?
Thank You, Jessica! What an adventure!