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.
JOHN MUIRGoing to the woods is going home.
JOHN MUIRHidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.
JOHN MUIRThe mountains are calling and I must go.
JOHN MUIRAs long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
JOHN MUIRIn drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.
JOHN MUIRWildness is a necessity.
JOHN MUIRIn the beauty and grandeur of individual trees, and in number and variety of species, the Sierra forests surpass all others.
JOHN MUIRLet children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life.
JOHN MUIRBut it is in the darkest nights, when storms are blowing and the agitated waves are phosphorescent, that the most impressive displays are made.
JOHN MUIRAnother glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
JOHN MUIRThe clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
JOHN MUIRIt was the afternoon of the day and the afternoon of his life, and his course was now westward down all the mountains into the sunset.
JOHN MUIRI ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.
JOHN MUIRI only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
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 MUIR