Large flocks of butterflies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness. — John Muir Copy Share Image
When we try to pick out anything by itself we find it hitched to everything else in the universe ... The whole… — John Muir Copy Share Image
No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life. Some lean back… — John Muir Copy Share Image
All the wild world is beautiful, and it matters but little where we go, to highlands or lowlands, woods or plains, on… — 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
I am often asked if I am not lonely on my solitary excursions. It seems so self-evident that one cannot be lonesome… — John Muir Copy Share Image
So abundant and novel are the objects of interest in a pure wilderness that unless you are pursuing special studies it matters… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I have seen oaks of many species in many kinds of exposure and soil, but those of Kentucky excel in grandeur all… — John Muir Copy Share Image
All wilderness seems to be full of tricks and plans to drive and draw us up into God's light. — John Muir Copy Share Image
We are in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The great wilds of our country, once held to be boundless and inexhaustible, are being rapidly invaded and overrun in every direction,… — 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
Do behold the king in his glory, King Sequoia. Behold! Behold! seems all I can say.... Well may I fast, not from… — 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
One is constantly reminded of the infinite lavishness and fertility of Nature-inexhaustible abundance amid what seems enormous waste. And yet when we… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I've had a great time in South America and South Africa. Indeed it now seems that on this pair of wild hot… — John Muir Copy Share Image
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The body seems to feel beauty when exposed to it as it feels the campfire or sunshine, entering not by the eyes… — John Muir Copy Share Image
No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life...Awful in stern, immovable… — John Muir Copy Share Image
To the sane and free it will hardly seem necessary to cross the continent in search of wild beauty, however easy the… — John Muir Copy Share Image
No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and… — 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
