Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.
JOHN MUIRGo quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.
JOHN MUIRThe galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.
JOHN MUIRThis is Nature’s own reservation, and every lover of wildness will rejoice with me that by kindly frost it is so well defended.
JOHN MUIRWriting is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.
JOHN MUIRNight is coming on and I am filled with indescribable loneliness. Felt feverish; bathed in a black, silent stream.
JOHN MUIRRaindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.
JOHN MUIRNo synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.
JOHN MUIROne day’s exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.
JOHN MUIRBetween every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
JOHN MUIROne touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
JOHN MUIROne should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.
JOHN MUIRIn drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.
JOHN MUIRBeauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever.
JOHN MUIRNot blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.
JOHN MUIRThis time it is real – all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
JOHN MUIRA part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.
JOHN MUIR