John Muir

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious read more

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation\'s braggart lords.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation\'s braggart lords.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they read more

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

Keep close to Nature\'s heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week read more

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.