Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of read more

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.

There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.

There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the read more

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

What is art? Nature concentrated.

What is art? Nature concentrated.

Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of hidden stuff.

Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of hidden stuff.

That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should read more

That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.