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 MUIRIn every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.
More John Muir Quotes
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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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One day’s exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.
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We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.
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A part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.
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The world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
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In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world.
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The sun shines not on us but in us.
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The deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.
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Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.
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The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.
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It seems supernatural, but only because it is not understood.
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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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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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Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get – people, storms, guardian angels, or sheep.
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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.
JOHN MUIR