Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the… — John Muir Copy Share Image
It took more than three thousand years to make some of the trees in these western woods ... Through all the wonderful,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Do behold the king in his glory, King Sequoia. Behold! Behold! seems all I can say… Well may I fast, not from… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The groves and thickets of smaller trees are full of blooming evergreen vines. These vines are not arranged in separate groups, or… — John Muir Copy Share Image
In studying the fate of our forest king, we have thus far considered the action of purely natural causes only; but, unfortunately,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Indians walk softly and hurt the landscape hardly more than the birds and squirrels, and their brush and bark huts last hardly… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts; and if people… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The great wilds of our country, once held to be boundless and inexhaustible, are being rapidly invaded and overrun in every direction,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as… — 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
All the wild world is beautiful, and it matters but little where we go, to highlands or lowlands, woods or plains, on… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The redwood is the glory of the Coast Range. It extends along the western slope, in a nearly continuous belt about ten… — 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
