John Muir Quotes And Sayings

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.

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.

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.

The Mountains Are Calling And I Must Go.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Man Seems To Be The Only Animal Whose Food Soils Him, Making Necessary Much Washing And Shield-like Bibs And Napkins. Moles Living In The Earth And Eating Slimy Worms Are Yet As Clean As Seals Or Fishes, Whose Lives Are One Perpetual Wash.

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.

In All My Wild Mountaineering, I Have Enjoyed Only One Avalanche Ride; And The Start Was So Sudden, And The End Came So Soon, I Thought But Little Of The Danger That Goes With This Sort Of Travel, Though One Thinks Fast At Such Times.

When California Was Wild, It Was The Floweriest Part Of The Continent.

One Of The Best Ways To See Tree Flowers Is To Climb One Of The Tallest Trees And To Get Into Close, Tingling Touch With Them, And Then Look Broad.

Only By Going Alone In Silence, Without Baggage, Can One Truly Get Into The Heart Of The Wilderness. All Other Travel Is Mere Dust And Hotels And Baggage And Chatter.

The Power Of Imagination Makes Us Infinite.

From The Dust Of The Earth, From The Common Elementary Fund, The Creator Has Made Homo Sapiens. From The Same Material He Has Made Every Other Creature, However Noxious And Insignificant To Us. They Are Earth-born Companions And Our Fellow Mortals.

I Suppose We Need Not Go Mourning The Buffaloes. In The Nature Of Things, They Had To Give Place To Better Cattle, Though The Change Might Have Been Made Without Barbarous Wickedness.

The Forests Of America, However Slighted By Man, Must Have Been A Great Delight To God; For They Were The Best He Ever Planted. The Whole Continent Was A Garden, And From The Beginning, It Seemed To Be Favored Above All The Other Wild Parks And Gardens Of The Globe.

Every Other Civilized Nation In The World Has Been Compelled To Care For Its Forests, And So Must We If Waste And Destruction Are Not To Go On To The Bitter End, Leaving America As Barren As Palestine Or Spain.

The Redwood Is One Of The Few Conifers That Sprout From The Stump And Roots, And It Declares Itself Willing To Begin Immediately To Repair The Damage Of The Lumberman And Also That Of The Forest-burner.

As Soon As A Redwood Is Cut Down Or Burned, It Sends Up A Crowd Of Eager, Hopeful Shoots, Which, If Allowed To Grow, Would In A Few Decades Attain A Height Of A Hundred Feet, And The Strongest Of Them Would Finally Become Giants As Great As The Original Tree.

In Most Mills, Only The Best Portions Of The Best Trees Are Used, While The Ruins Are Left On The Ground To Feed Great Fires Which Kill Much Of What Is Left Of The Less Desirable Timber, Together With The Seedlings On Which The Permanence Of The Forest Depends.

The Making Of The Far-famed New York Central Park Was Opposed By Even Good Men, With Misguided Pluck, Perseverance, And Ingenuity, But Straight Right Won Its Way, And Now That Park Is Appreciated. So We Confidently Believe It Will Be With Our Great National Parks And Forest Reservations.

Here Ends My Forever Memorable First High Sierra Excursion. I Have Crossed The Range Of Light, Surely The Brightest And Best Of All The Lord Has Built. And, Rejoicing In Its Glory, I Gladly, Gratefully, Hopefully Pray I May See It Again.

The Waving Of A Pine Tree On The Top Of A Mountain - A Magic Wand In Nature's Hand - Every Devout Mountaineer Knows Its Power; But The Marvelous Beauty Value Of What The Scotch Call A Breckan In A Still Dell, What Poet Has Sung This?

When We Try To Pick Out Anything By Itself, We Find It Hitched To Everything Else In The Universe.

Beetles And Butterflies Are Sometimes Restricted To Small Areas. Each Mountain In A Range, And Even The Different Zones Of A Mountain, May Have Its Own Peculiar Species. But The House-fly Seems To Be Everywhere. I Wonder If Any Island In Mid-ocean Is Flyless.

Indians Walk Softly And Hurt The Landscape Hardly More Than The Birds And Squirrels, And Their Brush And Bark Huts Last Hardly Longer Than Those Of Wood Rats, While Their More Enduring Monuments, Excepting Those Wrought On The Forests By The Fires They Made To Improve Their Hunting Grounds, Vanish In A Few Centuries.

A Queer Fellow And A Jolly Fellow Is The Grasshopper. Up The Mountains He Comes On Excursions, How High I Don't Know, But At Least As Far And High As Yosemite Tourists.

It Seems Strange That Bears, So Fond Of All Sorts Of Flesh, Running The Risks Of Guns And Fires And Poison, Should Never Attack Men Except In Defense Of Their Young. How Easily And Safely A Bear Could Pick Us Up As We Lie Asleep! Only Wolves And Tigers Seem To Have Learned To Hunt Man For Food, And Perhaps Sharks And Crocodiles.

The More I See Of Deer, The More I Admire Them As Mountaineers. They Make Their Way Into The Heart Of The Roughest Solitudes With Smooth Reserve Of Strength, Through Dense Belts Of Brush And Forest Encumbered With Fallen Trees And Boulder Piles, Across Canons, Roaring Streams, And Snow-fields, Ever Showing Forth Beauty And Courage.

The Practical Importance Of The Preservation Of Our Forests Is Augmented By Their Relations To Climate, Soil And Streams.

Sequoia Seeds Have Flat Wings, And Glint And Glance In Their Flight Like A Boy's Kite.

The Coniferous Forests Of The Yosemite Park, And Of The Sierra In General, Surpass All Others Of Their Kind In America, Or Indeed The World, Not Only In The Size And Beauty Of The Trees, But In The Number Of Species Assembled Together, And The Grandeur Of The Mountains They Are Growing On.

Oh, These Vast, Calm, Measureless Mountain Days, Days In Whose Light Everything Seems Equally Divine, Opening A Thousand Windows To Show Us God.

During My First Years In The Sierra, I Was Ever Calling On Everybody Within Reach To Admire Them, But I Found No One Half Warm Enough Until Emerson Came. I Had Read His Essays, And Felt Sure That Of All Men He Would Best Interpret The Sayings Of These Noble Mountains And Trees. Nor Was My Faith Weakened When I Met Him In Yosemite.

The Dispersal Of Juniper Seeds Is Effected By The Plum And Cherry Plan Of Hiring Birds At The Cost Of Their Board, And Thus Obtaining The Use Of A Pair Of Extra Good Wings.

Of All The Mountain Ranges I Have Climbed, I Like The Sierra Nevada The Best.

I Have Heard Of Texas Pioneers Living Without Bread Or Anything Made From The Cereals For Months Without Suffering, Using The Breast-meat Of Wild Turkeys For Bread. Of This Kind, They Had Plenty In The Good Old Days When Life, Though Considered Less Safe, Was Fussed Over The Less.

Bread Without Flesh Is A Good Diet, As On Many Botanical Excursions I Have Proved. Tea Also May Easily Be Ignored. Just Bread And Water And Delightful Toil Is All I Need - Not Unreasonably Much, Yet One Ought To Be Trained And Tempered To Enjoy Life In These Brave Wilds In Full Independence Of Any Particular Kind Of Nourishment.

I Bade Adieu To Mechanical Inventions, Determined To Devote The Rest Of My Life To The Study Of The Inventions Of God.

I Care To Live Only To Entice People To Look At Nature's Loveliness. Heaven Knows That John The Baptist Was Not More Eager To Get All His Fellow Sinners Into The Jordan Than I To Baptize All Of Mine In The Beauty Of God's Mountains.

I Care To Live Only To Entice People To Look At Nature's Loveliness. Heaven Knows That John The Baptist Was Not More Eager To Get All His Fellow Sinners Into The Jordan Than I To Baptize All Of Mine In The Beauty Of God's Mountains.

The Mountains Are Calling And I Must Go.

Keep Close To Nature's Heart... And Break Clear Away, Once In Awhile, And Climb A Mountain Or Spend A Week In The Woods. Wash Your Spirit Clean.

The Clearest Way Into The Universe Is Through A Forest Wilderness.

The Power Of Imagination Makes Us Infinite.

When We Try To Pick Out Anything By Itself, We Find It Hitched To Everything Else In The Universe.

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.

Oh, These Vast, Calm, Measureless Mountain Days, Days In Whose Light Everything Seems Equally Divine, Opening A Thousand Windows To Show Us God.