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 MUIRBut it is in the darkest nights, when storms are blowing and the agitated waves are phosphorescent, that the most impressive displays are made.
More John Muir Quotes
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Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life.
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One day’s exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.
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Therefore all childish fear must be put away.
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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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Nothing truly wild is unclean.
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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.
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The deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.
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Everything in Nature called destruction must be creation-a change from beauty to beauty.
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This time it is real – all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
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It seems supernatural, but only because it is not understood.
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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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When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
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Take me into the mountains.
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Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.
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Going to the mountains is going home.
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