I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! — John Muir Copy Share Image
“Even the sick should try these so-called dangerous passes, because for every unfortunate they kill, they cure a thousand.” — John Muir Copy Share Image
The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark. — John Muir Copy Share Image
What is worthwhile in life? I think it is worth living and dreaming. If you don't you may be dead anyhow -… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing — John Muir Copy Share Image
Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Few places in this world are more dangerous than home. Fear not, therefore, to try the mountain passes. They will kill care,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally. But in some of nature's forests,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I was awakened by a tremendous earthquake, and though I hadn ever before enjoyed a storm of this sort, the strange thrilling… — John Muir Copy Share Image
How many hearts with warm, red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Bears are made of the same dust as we, and they breathe the same winds and drink of the same waters. A… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I will follow my instincts, be myself for good or ill, and see what will be the upshot. — John Muir Copy Share
During my first years in the Sierra, I was ever calling on everybody within reach to admire them, but I found no one half… — John Muir Copy Share
...full of God's thoughts, a place of peace and safety amid the most exalted grandeur and enthusiastic action, a new song, a place of… — John Muir Copy Share
“Here are the roots of all the life of the valleys, and here more simply than elsewhere is the eternal flux of nature manifested.” — John Muir Copy Share
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. — John Muir Copy Share
Long, blue, spiky-edged shadows crept out across the snow-fields, while a rosy glow, at first scarce discernible, gradually deepened and suffused every mountain-top, flushing… — John Muir Copy Share
“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor… — John Muir Copy Share
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. — John Muir Copy Share
In studying the fate of our forest king, we have thus far considered the action of purely natural causes only; but, unfortunately, man is… — John Muir Copy Share
The forests of America, however slighted by man, must have been a great delight to God; for they were the best he ever planted.… — John Muir Copy Share
Man seems to be the only animal whose food soils him, making necessary much washing and shield-like bibs and napkins. Moles living in the… — John Muir Copy Share
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and… — John Muir Copy Share
