When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
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.
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 we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity
The world's big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
The world, we are told, was made especially for man — a presumption not supported by all the facts.
The sun shines not on us but in us.
In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
The power of imagination makes us infinite.
I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news
Going to the mountains is going home.
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
John Muir, Earth — planet, Universe [Muir's home address, as inscribed on the inside front cover of his first field journal]
We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.
Going to the woods is going home.
Everybody needs beauty...places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties
Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.