The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual. — John Muir Copy Share Image
“The making of gardens and parks goes on with civilization all over the world, and they increase both in size and number… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Nature had gathered her choicest treasures , to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her — John Muir Copy Share Image
Fresh beauty opens one's eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very abundance and completeness of the common beauty that besets… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I suppose we need not go mourning the buffaloes. In the nature of things, they had to give place to better cattle,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Perhaps the profession of doing good may be full, but every body should be kind at least to himself. Take a course… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I wish I knew where I was going. Doomed to be carried of the spirit into the wilderness, I suppose. I wish… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in… — John Muir Copy Share Image
You know that I have not lagged behind in the work of exploring our grand wilderness, and in calling everybody to come… — John Muir Copy Share Image
No words will ever describe the exquisite beauty and charm of this mountain park – Nature’s landscape garden at once tenderly beautiful… — John Muir Copy Share Image
From the dust of the earth, from the common elementary fund, the Creator has made Homo sapiens. From the same material he… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every… — 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. The winds will… — John Muir Copy Share Image
How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof! In such places… — John Muir Copy Share Image
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Tug on anything in nature and you will find it connected to everything else. — 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
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
If I should be fated to walk no more with Nature, be compelled to leave all I most devoutly love in the… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I wandered away on a glorious botanical and geological excursion, which has lasted nearly fifty years and is not yet completed, always… — 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
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Nature has always something rare to show us... and the danger to life and limb is hardly greater than one would experience… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in. — 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
