Listen to them! How wholly infused with God is this one big word of love that we call the world! — 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 am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The redwood is the glory of the Coast Range. It extends along the western slope, in a nearly continuous belt about ten… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The world, we are told, was made especially for man - a presumption not supported by all the facts. A numerous class… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I am very blessed. The Valley is full of people, but they do not annoy me. I revolve in pathless places and… — John Muir Copy Share Image
One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation; that mountains long… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark. — John Muir Copy Share Image
All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
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
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
