As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature's sources never fail. Like a generous host, she… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Of all the fire mountains which like beacons, once blazed along the Pacific Coast, Mount Rainier is the noblest. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Who reports the works and ways of the clouds, those wondrous creations coming into being every day like freshly upheaved mountains? — John Muir Copy Share Image
The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able… — John Muir Copy Share Image
These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! — 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
We are in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Of all the mountain ranges I have climbed, I like the Sierra Nevada the best. — John Muir Copy Share Image
I have a low opinion of books; they are but piles of stones set up to show coming travelers where other minds… — 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
To lovers of the wild, these mountains are not a hundred miles away. Their spiritual power and the goodness of the sky… — 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
I must return to the mountains-to Yosemite. I am told that the winter storms there will not be easily borne, but I… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Hiking. I don't like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains...the se mountains are our Holy… — 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
Galen Clark was the best mountaineer I ever met, and one of the kindest and most amiable of all my mountain friends. — 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
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I...am always glad to touch the living rock again and dip my hand in the high mountain air. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the… — 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
