John Muir born in 1838 on this day in Dunbar, Scotland.
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
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.
When one is alone at night in the depths of these woods, the stillness is at once awful and sublime. Every leaf seems to speak.
I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found.
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.
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
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.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
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