There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creations braggart lords. – John Muir
The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual. – John Muir
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. – John Muir
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it. – John Muir