Maxioms by John Muir
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. •John read more
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. •John Muir Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. •William Cowper No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned. •Jean Paul Sundays, quiet islands on the tossing seas of life. •S. W. Duffield Rest is the sweet sauce of labor. •Plutarch I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy! •Louise A. Bogan A friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. •Walter Winchell One dog barks at something, the rest bark at him. •Chinese Proverb How beautiful is it to do nothing, and then rest afterward. •Proverb The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it does not rest till it has gained a hearing.
Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the read more
Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
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.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable read more
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
