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
The coniferous forests of the Yosemite Park, and of the Sierra in general, surpass all others of their kind in America, or… — 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
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
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
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
We all travel the milky way together, trees and men; but it never occurred to me until this storm-day, while swinging in… — John Muir Copy Share Image
In most mills, only the best portions of the best trees are used, while the ruins are left on the ground to… — 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
