The mountains are calling and I must go. – John Muir
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it. – John Muir

The mountains are calling and I must go. – John Muir
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it. – John Muir
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. – John Muir
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. – John Muir