Long, blue, spiky-edged shadows crept out across the snow-fields, while a rosy glow, at first scarce discernible, gradually deepened and suffused every… — John Muir Copy Share Image
At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout… — 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
All the world lies warm in one heart, yet the Sierra seems to get more light than other mountains. The weather is… — 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
The wrongs done to trees, wrongs of every sort, are done in the darkness of ignorance and unbelief, for when the light… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Here ends my forever memorable first High Sierra excursion. I have crossed the Range of Light, surely the brightest and best of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
All wilderness seems to be full of tricks and plans to drive and draw us up into God's light. — John Muir Copy Share Image
The moon is looking down into the canyon, and how marvelously the great rocks kindle to her light! Every dome, and brow,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Memories may escape the action of the will, may sleep a long time, but when stirred by the right influence, though that… — John Muir Copy Share Image
It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Ink cannot tell the glow that lights me at this moment in turning to the mountains. I feel strong [enough] to leap… — John Muir Copy Share Image
No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life...Awful in stern, immovable… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us… — 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