...full of God's thoughts, a place of peace and safety amid the most exalted grandeur and enthusiastic action, a new song, a… — 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… — 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
Man seems to be the only animal whose food soils him, making necessary much washing and shield-like bibs and napkins. Moles living… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I never have held death in contempt, though in the course of my explorations I have oftentimes felt that to meet one's… — John Muir Copy Share Image
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is… — John Muir Copy Share Image
“It was the afternoon of the day and the afternoon of his life, and his course was now westward down all the… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Bears are made of the same dust as we, and they breathe the same winds and drink of the same waters. A… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Wander a whole summer if you can. Time will not be taken from the sum of life. Instead of shortening, it will… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Surely all God's people, however serious or savage, great or small, like to play. Whales and elephants, dancing, humming gnats, and invisibly… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings. — 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
I bade adieu to mechanical inventions, determined to devote the rest of my life to the study of the inventions of God. — John Muir Copy Share Image
No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life. Some lean back… — John Muir Copy Share Image
“Our good ship also seemed like a thing of life, its great iron heart beating on through calm and storm, a truly… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every… — John Muir Copy Share Image
No right way is easy in this rough world. We must risk our lives to save them. — John Muir Copy Share Image
I am learning to live close to the lives of my friends without ever seeing them. No miles of any measurement can… — John Muir Copy Share Image
If I should be fated to walk no more with Nature, be compelled to leave all I most devoutly love in the… — 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
Nature has always something rare to show us... and the danger to life and limb is hardly greater than one would experience… — 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... — John Muir Copy Share Image
Bread without flesh is a good diet, as on many botanical excursions I have proved. Tea also may easily be ignored. Just… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I have seen oaks of many species in many kinds of exposure and soil, but those of Kentucky excel in grandeur all… — 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
