The substance of the winds is too thin for human eyes, their written language is too difficult for human minds, and their… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The water in music the oar forsakes. The air in music the wing forsakes. All things in move in music and write… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Plants, animals, and stars are all kept in place, bridled along appointed ways, with one another, and through the midst of one… — John Muir Copy Share Image
When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Wilderness is not only a haven for native plants and animals but it is also a refuge from society. Its a place… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I used to envy the father of our race, dwelling as he did in contact with the new-made fields and plants of… — 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
