Wander here a whole summer, if you can ... Thousands of wild blessings will search you and soak you as if you were a sponge, and the big days will go by uncounted John Muir More Quotes by John Muir More Quotes From John Muir You know that I have not lagged behind in the work of exploring our grand wilderness, and in calling everybody to come and enjoy the thousand blessings they have to offer. John Muir wildernesscallingblessing The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able men whose thoughts and deeds have moved the world, have come down from the mountains - mountain dwellers who have grown strong there with the forest trees in Nature's workshops. John Muir strongadventuremen I was a few miles south of Louisville when I planned my journey. I spread out my map under a tree and made up my mind to go through Kentucky, Tennessee, and Georgia to Florida, thence to Cuba, thence to some part of South America; but it will be only a hasty walk. I am thankful, however, for so much. John Muir floridakentuckyjourney Man is always and everywhere a blight on the landscape. John Muir landscapeanimalmen The grand show is eternal John Muir vapornature-beautysunrise How lavish is Nature building, pulling down, creating, destroying, chasing every material particle from form to form, ever changing, ever beautiful. John Muir creatingnaturebeautiful Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold. John Muir wildnessgloriousgold When one tugs at a single thing in nature; he finds it attached to the rest of the world. John Muir naturetryingworld The Big Tree is Nature's forest masterpiece, and so far as I know, the greatest of living things. John Muir bigsforeststree I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness. John Muir carepeoplelooks One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books. See how willingly Nature poses herself upon photographers' plates. No earthly chemicals are so sensitive as those of the human soul. John Muir one-daysoulbook No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life...Awful in stern, immovable majesty, how softly these rocks are adorned, and how fine and reassuring the company they keep: Their feet among beautiful groves and meadows, their brows in the sky, a thousand flowers leaning confidingly against their feet, bathed in floods of water, floods of light. John Muir wallflowerbeautiful How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof! In such places standing alone on the mountain-top it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make - leaves and moss like the marmots and birds, or tents or piled stone - we all dwell in a house of one room - the world with the firmament for its roof - and are sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track. John Muir spacenaturemen When a man plants a tree, he plants himself. John Muir gardentreemen All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander. John Muir holidayimportantworld Hiking. I don't like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains...the se mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not 'hike' through them. John Muir hikinglandpeople I...am always glad to touch the living rock again and dip my hand in the high mountain air. John Muir rocksairhands Quench love, and what is left of a man's life but the folding of a few jointed bones and square inches of flesh? Who would call that life? John Muir squaresfleshmen No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life. Some lean back in majestic repose; others, absolutely sheer or nearly so for thousands of feet, advance beyond their companions in thoughtful attitudes, giving welcome to storms and calms alike, seemingly aware, yet heedless, of everything going on about them. John Muir thoughtfulwallattitude Happy will be the men who, having the power and the love and the benevolent forecast to [create a park], will do it. They will not be forgotten. The trees and their lovers will sing their praises, and generations yet unborn will rise up and call them blessed. John Muir blessedtreemen
