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 MUIRI care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.
More John Muir Quotes
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We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.
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But we are governed more than we know, and most when we are wildest.
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When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
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No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.
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It 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.
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Wander a whole summer if you can, time will not be taken from the sum of your life. Instead of shortening, it will definitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.
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Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.
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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.
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Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.
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Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
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One must labor for beauty as for bread.
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In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.
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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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Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.
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On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death.
JOHN MUIR






