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
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
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
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
God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild. — John Muir Copy Share Image
It took more than three thousand years to make some of the trees in these western woods ... Through all the wonderful,… — 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
Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed-chased and hunted down as… — 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
The blessings of one mountain day, whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, he is rich forever. — 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
Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed - chased and hunted… — 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
A man, in his books, may be said to walk the earth a long time after he is gone. — John Muir Copy Share Image
One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation; that mountains long… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed,-chased and hunted down as… — 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
