The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
— John Muir
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
I suppose we need not go mourning the buffaloes. In the nature of things, they had to give place to better cattle, though the change might have been made without barbarous wickedness.
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
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.
The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.
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!
God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.
The power of imagination makes us infinite.
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
The practical importance of the preservation of our forests is augmented by their relations to climate, soil and streams.
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.
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.
