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 MUIROne touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
More John Muir Quotes
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Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
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Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.
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Going to the woods is going home.
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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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In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world.
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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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Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
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The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
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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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One day’s exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.
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I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
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Go where we will, all the world over, we seem to have been there before.
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Nothing truly wild is unclean.
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As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but nature’s sources never fail.
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Beauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever.
JOHN MUIR