The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. |
The clearest way to the Universe is through a forest wilderness |
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls. |
The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual. |
The mountains are calling and I must go. |
The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able men whose thought and deeds have moved the world, have come down from the mountains. |
The power of imagination makes us infinite. |
The wrongs done to trees, wrongs of every sort, are done in the darkness of ignorance and unbelief, for when the light comes, the heart of the people is always right. |
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords. |
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home; that wildness is necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life. |
To some, beauty seems but an accident of creation: to Muir it was the very smile of God. |
To the lover of wilderness, Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world. |
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! |
Tug on anything at all and you'll find it connected to everything else in the universe. |
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. |