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
...Good luck and Good work for the happy mountain raindrops, each one of them a high waterfall in itself, descending from the… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide. — 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
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
Who publishes the sheet-music of the winds or the music of water written in river-lines? — 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 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
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
