When we try to pick out anything by itself we find it hitched to everything else in the universe ... The whole wilderness is unity and interrelation, is alive and familiar, full of humanity. The very stones seem talkative, sympathetic, brotherly. John Muir More Quotes by John Muir More Quotes From John Muir Wander a whole summer if you can. Thousands of God's blessings will search you and soak you as if you were a sponge, and the big days will go by uncounted. If you are business-tangled and so burdened by duty that only weeks can be got out of the heavy laden year, give a month at least. The time will not be taken from the sum of life. Instead of shortening, it will indefinitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal. John Muir taken blessing summer Men use care in purchasing a horse, and are neglectful in choosing friends. John Muir horse use men We all travel the milky way together, trees and men; but it never occurred to me until this storm-day, while swinging in the wind, that trees are travelers in the ordinary sense. They make many journeys, not extensive ones, it is true; but our own little journeys, away and back again, are only little more than tree-wavings - many of them not so much. John Muir nature humility life Nature in her green, tranquil woods heals and soothes all afflictions. John Muir affliction woods green Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far! John Muir space wind two A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. John Muir tragedy tree song I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found. John Muir environment body air How many hearts with warm, red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes are shining? A multitude of animal people, intimately related to us, but of whose lives we know almost nothing, are as busy about their own affairs as we are about ours. John Muir eye heart adventure Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep. John Muir angel sheep people Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world. John Muir curiosity tree two The mountains are fountains not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men. John Muir mountain rivers men Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts; and 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. John Muir nature heart people We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men. John Muir together tree men Galen Clark was the best mountaineer I ever met, and one of the kindest and most amiable of all my mountain friends. John Muir galen mets mountain Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in. John Muir care nature men There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself. John Muir yosemite fragments unity I used to envy the father of our race, dwelling as he did in contact with the new-made fields and plants of Eden; but I do so no more, because I have discovered that I also live in "creation's dawn." The morning stars still sing together, and the world, not yet half made, becomes more beautiful every day. John Muir nature beautiful beauty Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. John Muir breathing air life One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books. John Muir one-day adventure book Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountain day; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, he is rich forever. John Muir short-life fate blessing
