Beside the grand history of the glaciers and their own, the mountain streams sing the history of every avalanche or earthquake and of snow, all easily recognized by the human ear, and every word evoked by the falling leaf and… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The more I see of deer, the more I admire them as mountaineers. They make their way into the heart of the roughest solitudes with smooth reserve of strength, through dense belts of brush and forest encumbered with fallen trees… — 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
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
