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Pure Quotes by John Muir
- Tell me what you will of the benefactions of city civilization, of the sweet security of streets-all as part of the natural upgrowth of man…
- In studying the fate of our forest king, we have thus far considered the action of purely natural causes only; but, unfortunately, man is in…
- I never have held death in contempt, though in the course of my explorations I have oftentimes felt that to meet one's fate on a…
- I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found.
- No Sierra landscape that I have seen holds anything truly dead or dull, or any trace of what in manufactories is called rubbish or waste;…
More Pure Quotes
- O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet. — Saint Augustine
- A Truth is the subjective development of that which is at once both new and universal. New: that which is unforeseen by… — Alain Badiou
- Nobody is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart; for his purity, by definition, is unassailable. — James A. Baldwin
- True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white… — Honore de Balzac
- I'm as pure as the driven slush. — Tallulah Bankhead
- But the West is trying to weaken Islam from outside and inside. They attack our people and invade our countries from outside,… — Abu Bakar Bashir
- I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom. — Simone de Beauvoir
- Only the pure in heart can make a good soup. — Ludwig van Beethoven
- Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup. — Ludwig van Beethoven
- I get so nervous on stage I can't help but talk. I try. I try telling my brain: stop sending words to… — Adele
- There is a tragic clash between Truth and the world. Pure undistorted truth burns up the world. — Nikolai Berdyaev
- You will obtain a vision of matter that is perhaps fatiguing for your imagination, but pure and stripped of what the requirements… — Henri Bergson