How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
JOHN MUIRWhat 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!
More John Muir Quotes
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The deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.
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At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.
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One must labor for beauty as for bread.
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Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.
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Night is coming on and I am filled with indescribable loneliness. Felt feverish; bathed in a black, silent stream.
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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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Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen.
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In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.
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No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.
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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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Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.
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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!
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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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Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
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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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