Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
JOHN MUIRThe world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
More John Muir Quotes
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What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!
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There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.
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Everything in Nature called destruction must be creation-a change from beauty to beauty.
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As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but nature’s sources never fail.
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The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
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Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.
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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.
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The mountains are calling and I must go.
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We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.
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It is always interesting to see people in dead earnest, from whatever cause, and earthquakes make everybody earnest.
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Wander a whole summer if you can, time will not be taken from the sum of your life. Instead of shortening, it will definitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.
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Going to the woods is going home.
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It seems supernatural, but only because it is not understood.
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Therefore all childish fear must be put away.
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Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
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In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world.
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Take me into the mountains.
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Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.
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We were glad, however, to get within reach of information.
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Who wouldn’t be a mountaineer! Up here all the world’s prizes seem nothing.
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All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world’s wildernesses I first should wander.
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One must labor for beauty as for bread.
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How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
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But we are governed more than we know, and most when we are wildest.
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Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get – people, storms, guardian angels, or sheep.
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Every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.
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