To the lover of wilderness, Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world. — John Muir Copy Share Image
To the lover of pure wildness Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is… — John Muir Copy Share Image
In all my wild mountaineering, I have enjoyed only one avalanche ride; and the start was so sudden, and the end came… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I should study Nature's laws in all their crossings and unions; I should follow magnetic streams to their source and follow the… — 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
I never have held death in contempt, though in the course of my explorations I have oftentimes felt that to meet one's… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Tell me what you will of the benefactions of city civilization, of the sweet security of streets-all as part of the natural… — 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
