Michel Pépé - Sous les Ailes des Anges
Arthur Hughes Art
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 alike.
John Muir, The Yosemite
I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out
till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
John Muir
Arthur Hughes art
Most people are on the world, not in it—have no conscious sympathy or
relationship to anything about them—undiffused, separate, and rigidly
alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate.
John Muir,From John of the Mountains
We all flow from one fountain— Soul. All are expressions of one love.
God does not appear, and flow out, only from narrow chinks and round
bored wells here and there in favored races and places, but He flows
in grand undivided currents, shoreless and boundless over creeds and
forms and all kinds of civilizations and peoples and beasts, saturating
all and fountainizing all.
John Muir,From Life and Letters of John Muir.
When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and
dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other
stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe
appears as an infinite storm of beauty.
John Muir, From Travels in Alaska
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
John Mountain,from John of the Mountains
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will
flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow
their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while
cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
John Muir,From Our National Parks
Aleksei Makarenok Photography
On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death...
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.
John Muir,Thousand Mile Walk to the Gulf
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. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves.
John Muir,My First Summer in the Sierra
How infinitely superior to our physical senses are those of the mind!
The spiritual eye sees not only rivers of water but of air. It sees
the crystals of the rock in rapid sympathetic motion, giving enthusiastic
obedience to the sun's rays, then sinking back to rest in the night.
The whole world is in motion to the center. So also sounds. We hear only woodpeckers and squirrels and the rush of turbulent streams.
But imagination gives us the sweet music of tiniest insect wings,
enables us to hear, all round the world, the vibration of every needle,
the waving of every bole and branch, the sound of stars in circulation
like particles in the blood.
Imagination is usually regarded as a synonym for the unreal. Yet is true imagination healthful and real, no more likely to mislead than the coarser senses. Indeed, the power of imagination makes us infinite.
John Muir,From John of the Mountains
John Muir(1838-1914)
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