As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
One can make a day of any size and regulate the rising and setting of his own sun and the brightness of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
No words will ever describe the exquisite beauty and charm of this mountain park – Nature’s landscape garden at once tenderly beautiful… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The finest of the glacier meadow gardens lie ...imbedded in the upper pine forests like lakes of light. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give… — John Muir Copy Share Image
So extraordinary is Nature with her choicest treasures, spending plant beauty as she spends sunshine, pouring it forth into land and sea,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. — 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
Government protection should be thrown around every wild grove and forest on the mountains, as it is around every private orchard, and… — 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
