Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
JOHN MUIREvery hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
JOHN MUIRThere is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties.
JOHN MUIRSpring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.
JOHN MUIRAnd into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
JOHN MUIRWho wouldn’t be a mountaineer! Up here all the world’s prizes seem nothing.
JOHN MUIRMountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.
JOHN MUIRThis is Nature’s own reservation, and every lover of wildness will rejoice with me that by kindly frost it is so well defended.
JOHN MUIRThe rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing.
JOHN MUIRThere is nothing more eloquent in Nature than a mountain stream.
JOHN MUIRGoing to the woods is going home.
JOHN MUIRThe clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
JOHN MUIRThe mountains are calling and I must go.
JOHN MUIRNot blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.
JOHN MUIREverybody needs beauty, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.
JOHN MUIRI ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.
JOHN MUIRGo where we will, all the world over, we seem to have been there before.
JOHN MUIR