“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.”
John Muir“John Muir, Earth — planet, Un”
John Muir“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. -John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)”
John Muir“I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature's loveliness. Heaven knows that John the Baptist was not more eager to get all his fellow sinners into the Jordan than I to baptize all of mine in the beauty of God's mountains.”
John Muir“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm,waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm likeworship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, theirsongs never cease. -John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)”
John Muir“Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.”
John Muir, The Wilderness World of John Muir“Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.”
John Muir, The Wilderness World of John Muir“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”
John Muir, John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”
John Muir, John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir“There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.”
John Muir, The Wilderness World of John Muir“Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.”
John Muir, The Mountains of California