John Muir Quotes And Sayings

God Has Cared For These Trees, Saved Them From Drought, Disease, Avalanches, And A Thousand Tempests And Floods. But He Cannot Save Them From Fools.

Everybody Needs Beauty As Well As Bread, Places To Play In And Pray In, Where Nature May Heal And Give Strength To Body And Soul.

Rocks And Waters, Etc., Are Words Of God, And So Are Men. We All Flow From One Fountain Soul. All Are Expressions Of One Love.

The Gross Heathenism Of Civilization Has Generally Destroyed Nature, And Poetry, And All That Is Spiritual.

In Every Walk With Nature One Receives Far More Than He Seeks.

The Redwood Is The Glory Of The Coast Range. It Extends Along The Western Slope, In A Nearly Continuous Belt About Ten Miles Wide, From Beyond The Oregon Boundary To The South Of Santa Cruz, A Distance Of Nearly Four Hundred Miles, And In Massive, Sustained Grandeur And Closeness Of Growth Surpasses All The Other Timber Woods Of The World.

Every Natural Object Is A Conductor Of Divinity And Only By Coming Into Contact With Them... May We Be Filled With The Holy Ghost.

There Is That In The Glance Of A Flower Which May At Times Control The Greatest Of Creation's Braggart Lords.

God Has Cared For These Trees, Saved Them From Drought, Disease, Avalanches, And A Thousand Tempests And Floods. But He Cannot Save Them From Fools.

I Never Saw A Discontented Tree. They Grip The Ground As Though They Liked It, And Though Fast Rooted They Travel About As Far As We Do.

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.

Climb The Mountains And Get Their Good Tidings.

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!

To The Lover Of Wilderness, Alaska Is One Of The Most Wonderful Countries In The World.

One May As Well Dam For Water Tanks The People's Cathedrals And Churches, For No Holier Temple Has Ever Been Consecrated By The Heart Of Man.

Sheep, Like People, Are Ungovernable When Hungry.

It Is Easier To Feel Than To Realize, Or In Any Way Explain, Yosemite Grandeur. The Magnitudes Of The Rocks And Trees And Streams Are So Delicately Harmonized, They Are Mostly Hidden.

All The World Lies Warm In One Heart, Yet The Sierra Seems To Get More Light Than Other Mountains. The Weather Is Mostly Sunshine Embellished With Magnificent Storms, And Nearly Everything Shines From Base To Summit - The Rocks, Streams, Lakes, Glaciers, Irised Falls, And The Forests Of Silver Fir And Silver Pine.

Rocks And Waters, Etc., Are Words Of God, And So Are Men. We All Flow From One Fountain Soul. All Are Expressions Of One Love.

When We Contemplate The Whole Globe As One Great Dewdrop, Striped And Dotted With Continents And Islands, Flying Through Space With Other Stars All Singing And Shining Together As One, The Whole Universe Appears As An Infinite Storm Of Beauty.

How Glorious A Greeting The Sun Gives The Mountains!

Storms Of Every Sort, Torrents, Earthquakes, Cataclysms, 'Convulsions Of Nature,' Etc., However Mysterious And Lawless At First Sight They May Seem, Are Only Harmonious Notes In The Song Of Creation, Varied Expressions Of God's Love.

No Traveler, Whether A Tree Lover Or Not, Will Ever Forget His First Walk In A Sugar-pine Forest. The Majestic Crowns Approaching One Another Make A Glorious Canopy, Through The Feathery Arches Of Which The Sunbeams Pour, Silvering The Needles And Gilding The Stately Columns And The Ground Into A Scene Of Enchantment.

Going To The Woods Is Going Home, For I Suppose We Came From The Woods Originally. But In Some Of Nature's Forests, The Adventurous Traveler Seems A Feeble, Unwelcome Creature; Wild Beasts And The Weather Trying To Kill Him, The Rank, Tangled Vegetation, Armed With Spears And Stinging Needles, Barring His Way And Making Life A Hard Struggle.

Nature Is Ever At Work Building And Pulling Down, Creating And Destroying, Keeping Everything Whirling And Flowing, Allowing No Rest But In Rhythmical Motion, Chasing Everything In Endless Song Out Of One Beautiful Form Into Another.

Take A Course In Good Water And Air; And In The Eternal Youth Of Nature You May Renew Your Own. Go Quietly, Alone; No Harm Will Befall You.

Under The Timber And Stone Act Of 1878, Which Might Well Have Been Called The 'Dust And Ashes Act,' Any Citizen Of The United States Could Take Up One Hundred And Sixty Acres Of Timber Land And, By Paying Two Dollars And A Half An Acre For It, Obtain Title.

The World, We Are Told, Was Made Especially For Man - A Presumption Not Supported By All The Facts. A Numerous Class Of Men Are Painfully Astonished Whenever They Find Anything, Living Or Dead, In All God's Universe, Which They Cannot Eat Or Render In Some Way What They Call Useful To Themselves.

The Wild Indian Power Of Escaping Observation, Even Where There Is Little Or No Cover To Hide In, Was Probably Slowly Acquired In Hard Hunting And Fighting Lessons While Trying To Approach Game, Take Enemies By Surprise, Or Get Safely Away When Compelled To Retreat.

Any Fool Can Destroy Trees. They Cannot Run Away; And If They Could, They Would Still Be Destroyed - Chased And Hunted Down As Long As Fun Or A Dollar Could Be Got Out Of Their Bark Hides, Branching Horns, Or Magnificent Bole Backbones.