We all travel the milky way together, trees and men; but it never occurred to me until this storm-day, while swinging in… — John Muir Copy Share Image
In every country the mountains are fountains, not only of rivers but of men. Therefore we all are born mountaineers, the offspring… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world… — 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
The world, we are told, was made especially for man - a presumption not supported by all the facts. A numerous class… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I have precious little sympathy for the selfish propriety of civilized man, and if aware of races should occur between the wild… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The mountains are fountains not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men. — John Muir Copy Share Image
I don't agree with you in saying that in all human minds there is poetry. Man as he came from the hand… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Man and other civilized animals are the only creatures that ever become dirty. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Men use care in purchasing a horse, and are neglectful in choosing friends. — 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
A little pure wildness is the one great present want, both of men and sheep. — 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
