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!
JOHN MUIRThe world, we are told, was made especially for man – a presumption not supported by all the facts.
More John Muir Quotes
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Going to the woods is going home.
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I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
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I never saw a discontented tree.
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Nothing truly wild is unclean.
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In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.
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The soft light of morning falls upon ripening forests of oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Nature is thoughtful and calm.
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Therefore all childish fear must be put away.
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The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.
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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 world, we are told, was made especially for man – a presumption not supported by all the facts.
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One must labor for beauty as for bread.
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As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
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I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.
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Nothing dollarable is safe.
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Nothing truly wild is unclean.
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