Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
JOHN MUIRClimb the mountains and get their good tidings.
JOHN MUIRWhat 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 deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.
JOHN MUIRMost people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.
JOHN MUIRNothing truly wild is unclean.
JOHN MUIRRaindrops 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 MUIRHow glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
JOHN MUIRNo synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.
JOHN MUIRIf people in general could be got into the woods, even for once, to hear the trees speak for themselves, all difficulties in the way of forest preservation would vanish.
JOHN MUIRNight is coming on and I am filled with indescribable loneliness. Felt feverish; bathed in a black, silent stream.
JOHN MUIREvery sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.
JOHN MUIRGo where we will, all the world over, we seem to have been there before.
JOHN MUIRCome to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.
JOHN MUIRWe are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.
JOHN MUIREvery hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
JOHN MUIRGoing to the mountains is going home.
JOHN MUIR