The groves and thickets of smaller trees are full of blooming evergreen vines. These vines are not arranged in separate groups, or… — 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
Thus godlike sympathy grows and thrives and spreads far beyond the teachings of churches and schools, where too often the mean, blinding,… — 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
Tell me what you will of the benefactions of city civilization, of the sweet security of streets-all as part of the natural… — 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
C. albus...I think the very loveliest of all the lily family - a spotless soul, plant saint, that every one must love… — 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
No dogma taught by the present civilization seems to form so insuperable an obstacle in a way of a right understanding of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
My meals were easily made, for they were all alike and simple, only a cupful of tea and bread. — John Muir Copy Share Image
There is no estimating the wit and wisdom concealed and latent in our lower fellow mortals until made manifest by profound experiences;… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The world, we are told, was made especially for man - a presumption not supported by all the facts... Why should man… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I made these Sierra trips, carrying only a sackful of bread with a little tea and sugar, and was thus independent and… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong. — John Muir Copy Share Image
I used to envy the father of our race, dwelling as he did in contact with the new-made fields and plants of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
But no temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life...as if into… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness. — John Muir Copy Share Image
I was a few miles south of Louisville when I planned my journey. I spread out my map under a tree and… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I have never yet happened upon a trace of evidence... to show that any one animal was ever made for another as… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found. — 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
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
Indians walk softly and hurt the landscape hardly more than the birds and squirrels, and their brush and bark huts last hardly… — 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
