Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. — John Muir Copy Share Image
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life… — John Muir Copy Share Image
We are in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature's sources never fail. Like a generous host, she… — John Muir Copy Share Image
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! To behold this alone is worth the pains of any excursion a thousand… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I wandered away on a glorious botanical and geological excursion, which has lasted nearly fifty years and is not yet completed, always… — John Muir Copy Share Image
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like… — John Muir Copy Share Image
How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof! In such places… — 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
