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 MUIRAnd into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
More John Muir Quotes
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But we are governed more than we know, and most when we are wildest.
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Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.
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Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen.
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The 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.
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Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.
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If 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.
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Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.
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Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.
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Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.
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The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.
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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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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
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Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.
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Everything in Nature called destruction must be creation-a change from beauty to beauty.
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The mountains are calling and I must go.
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