Bears are made of the same dust as we, and they breathe the same winds and drink of the same waters. A… — John Muir Copy Share Image
One can make a day of any size and regulate the rising and setting of his own sun and the brightness of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! To behold this alone is worth the pains of any excursion a thousand… — John Muir Copy Share Image
We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell… — 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
God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild. — 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
Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong. — John Muir Copy Share Image
It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when… — 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
