How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!
JOHN MUIRGoing to the mountains is going home.
More John Muir Quotes
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How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!
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I have never yet happened upon a trace of evidence that seemed to show that any one animal was ever made for another as much as it was made for itself.
JOHN MUIRI have never yet happened upon a trace of evidence that seemed to show that any one animal was ever made for another as much as it was made for itself.
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Nothing dollarable is safe.
JOHN MUIRNothing dollarable is safe.
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Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
JOHN MUIRClimb the mountains and get their good tidings.
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This time it is real – all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
JOHN MUIRThis time it is real – all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
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In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.
JOHN MUIRIn drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.
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As if nothing that does not obviously make for the benefit of man had any right to exist; as if our ways were God’s ways.
JOHN MUIRAs if nothing that does not obviously make for the benefit of man had any right to exist; as if our ways were God’s ways.
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Few places in this world are more dangerous than home.
JOHN MUIRFew places in this world are more dangerous than home.
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The deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.
JOHN MUIRThe deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.
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Who wouldn’t be a mountaineer! Up here all the world’s prizes seem nothing.
JOHN MUIRWho wouldn’t be a mountaineer! Up here all the world’s prizes seem nothing.
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In our best times everything turns into religion, all the world seems a church and the mountains altars.
JOHN MUIRIn our best times everything turns into religion, all the world seems a church and the mountains altars.
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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.
JOHN MUIRThe 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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In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world.
JOHN MUIRIn God’s wildness lies the hope of the world.
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There 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 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.
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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
JOHN MUIROne touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
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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!
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 MUIR


