Nature as a poet, an enthusiastic workingman, becomes more and more visible the farther and higher we go; for the mountains are… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual. — John Muir Copy Share Image
“If for a moment you are inclined to regard these taluses as mere draggled, chaotic dumps, climb to the top of one… — 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
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
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. One fancies a… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The waving of a pine tree on the top of a mountain - a magic wand in Nature's hand - every devout… — 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
