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
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as… — John Muir Copy Share Image
To myself, mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery; in them, and in the forms of inferior landscape… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Government protection should be thrown around every wild grove and forest on the mountains, as it is around every private orchard, and… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God, than in church thinking about the mountains. — John Muir Copy Share Image
The mountains are fountains not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men. — 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
Heaven knows that John the Baptist was not more eager to get all his fellow sinners into the Jordan than I to… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I am well again, I came to life in the cool winds and crystal waters of the mountains. — 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
