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 MUIREverything in Nature called destruction must be creation-a change from beauty to beauty.
More John Muir Quotes
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No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.
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Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.
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Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen.
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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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In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.
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Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
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As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
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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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Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.
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In God’s wildness lies the hope of the world.
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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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We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.
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And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
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But we are governed more than we know, and most when we are wildest.
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