Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. — John Muir Copy Share Image
I...am always glad to touch the living rock again and dip my hand in the high mountain air. — John Muir Copy Share Image
I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The substance of the winds is too thin for human eyes, their written language is too difficult for human minds, and their… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The water in music the oar forsakes. The air in music the wing forsakes. All things in move in music and write… — John Muir Copy Share Image
We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell… — John Muir Copy Share Image
None may wholly escape the good of Nature, however imperfectly exposed to her blessings. The minister will not preach a perfectly flat… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Perhaps the profession of doing good may be full, but every body should be kind at least to himself. Take a course… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Tell me what you will of the benefactions of city civilization, of the sweet security of streets-all as part of the natural… — 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 Image
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 Image
...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 Image
“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 Image
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. — John Muir Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. — 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, man is… — John Muir Copy Share Image
