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
Doubly happy, however, is the man to whom lofty mountain tops are within reach. — 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
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
I...am always glad to touch the living rock again and dip my hand in the high mountain air. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! — 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
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
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
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a… — 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
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
One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books. See how willingly Nature poses herself upon photographers' plates. No earthly… — 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
Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial… — 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
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
Hiking - I don't like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains - not hike! Do… — 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
...full of God's thoughts, a place of peace and safety amid the most exalted grandeur and enthusiastic action, a new song, a… — 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
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
Beside the grand history of the glaciers and their own, the mountain streams sing the history of every avalanche or earthquake and… — 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
Of all the mountain ranges I have climbed, I like the Sierra Nevada the best. — 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
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
“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing — John Muir Copy Share Image
Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. — 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
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
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts . . . — 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
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
...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
“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
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. — John Muir Copy Share
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
“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
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. — John Muir Copy Share
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
The forests of America, however slighted by man, must have been a great delight to God; for they were the best he ever planted.… — John Muir Copy Share
Man seems to be the only animal whose food soils him, making necessary much washing and shield-like bibs and napkins. Moles living in the… — John Muir Copy Share
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and… — John Muir Copy Share