John Muir
John Muir
John Muir also known as "John of the Mountains", was a Scottish-American naturalist, author, environmental philosopher and early advocate of preservation of wilderness in the United States. His letters, essays, and books telling of his adventures in nature, especially in the Sierra Nevada of California, have been read by millions. His activism helped to preserve the Yosemite Valley, Sequoia National Park and other wilderness areas. The Sierra Club, which he founded, is a prominent American conservation organization. The 211-mileJohn Muir...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionEnvironmentalist
Date of Birth21 April 1838
CountryUnited States of America
In the eternal youth of Nature, you may renew your own.
How lavish is Nature building, pulling down, creating, destroying, chasing every material particle from form to form, ever changing, ever beautiful.
Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide.
Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.
Doubly happy, however, is the man to whom lofty mountain tops are within reach.
Galen Clark was the best mountaineer I ever met, and one of the kindest and most amiable of all my mountain friends.
There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
Nature as a poet, an enthusiastic workingman, becomes more and more visible the farther and higher we go; for the mountains are fountains – beginning places, however related to sources beyond mortal ken.
By forces seemingly antagonistic and destructive Nature accomplishes her beneficent designs - now a flood of fire, now a flood of ice, now a flood of water; and again in the fullness of time an outburst of organic life....
I have a low opinion of books: they are piles of stones set up to show coming travelers where other minds have been, or at best signal smokes to call attention...
Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.
The power of imagination is infinite.
Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get---people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep....