Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity.
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.
Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.
Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.
When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world.
One may as well dam for water tanks the people's cathedrals and churches, for no holier temple has ever been consecrated by the heart of man.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike.
It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when the sun gold is richest.
Listen to them! How wholly infused with God is this one big word of love that we call the world!
But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.
This time it is real -- all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
Winds are advertisements of all they touch, however much or little we may be able to read them; telling their wanderings even by their scents alone.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.
The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.
Nature as a poet, an enthusiastic workingman, becomes more and more visible the farther and higher we go; for the mountains are fountains -- beginning places, however related to sources beyond mortal ken.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
What wonders lie in every mountain day!
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts.
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts; and if people in general could be got into the woods, even for once, to hear the trees speak for themselves, all difficulties in the way of forest preservation would vanish.
I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature's loveliness.
I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature's loveliness. Heaven knows that John the Baptist was not more eager to get all his fellow sinners into the Jordan than I to baptize all of mine in the beauty of God's mountains.
We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.
We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun,-a part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal..
In our best times everything turns into religion, all the world seems a church and the mountains altars.
I wonder if leaves feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?
Tug on anything in nature and you will find it connected to everything else.
Go quietly alone, no harm will befall you.
One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.
One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books. See how willingly Nature poses herself upon photographers' plates. No earthly chemicals are so sensitive as those of the human soul.
Imagination is usually regarded as a synonym for the unreal. Yet is true imagination healthful and real, no more likely to mislead than the coarse senses. Indeed, the power of imagination makes us infinite.
Ink cannot tell the glow that lights me at this moment in turning to the mountains. I feel strong enough to leap Yosemite walls at a bound.
I have precious little sympathy for the selfish propriety of civilized man, and if aware of races should occur between the wild beasts and Lord Man, I would be tempted to sympathise with the bears.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
The substance of the winds is too thin for human eyes, their written language is too difficult for human minds, and their spoken language mostly too faint for the ears.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
When we try to pick out anything by itself we find it hitched to everything else in the universe ... The whole wilderness is unity and interrelation, is alive and familiar, full of humanity. The very stones seem talkative, sympathetic, brotherly.
I bade adieu to mechanical inventions, determined to devote the rest of my life to the study of the inventions of God.
When California was wild, it was the floweriest part of the continent.
I am well again, I came to life in the cool winds and crystal waters of the mountains.
Heaven knows that John the Baptist was not more eager to get all his fellow sinners into the Jordan than I to baptize all of mine in the beauty of God's mountains.
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.
The practical importance of the preservation of our forests is augmented by their relations to climate, soil and streams.
The grand show is eternal
It is always sunrise somewhere.
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round.
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains.
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
Of all the paths you take in life,
make sure a few of them are dirt.
Gigantic second and third growth trees are found in the redwoods, forming magnificent temple-like circles around charred ruins more than a thousand years old.
The radiance in some places is so great as to be fairly dazzling... every crystal, every flower a window opening into heaven, a mirror reflecting the Creator.
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!
A little pure wildness is the one great present want, both of men and sheep.
My meals were easily made, for they were all alike and simple, only a cupful of tea and bread.
See how God writes history. No technical knowledge is required; only a calm day and a calm mind.
We live with our heels as well as head and most of our pleasure comes in that way.
A lifetime is so little a time that we die before we get ready to live. I should like to study at a college, but then I have to say to myself: "You will die before you can do anything else."
The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.
Nature is always lovely, invincible, glad, whatever is done and suffered by her creatures. All scars she heals, whether in rocks or water or sky or hearts.
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.
But no temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life...as if into this one mountain mansion Nature had gathered her choicest treasures.
Yosemite Park... None can escape its charms. Its natural beauty cleans and warms like a fire, and you will be willing to stay forever in one place like a tree.
The battle we have fought, and are still fighting, for the forests is a part of the eternal conflict between right and wrong.
Who publishes the sheet-music of the winds or the music of water written in river-lines?
A queer fellow and a jolly fellow is the grasshopper. Up the mountains he comes on excursions, how high I don't know, but at least as far and high as Yosemite tourists.
None of Nature's landscapes are ugly so long as they are wild.
Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.
By forces seemingly antagonistic and destructive Nature accomplishes her beneficent designs -- now a flood of fire, now a flood of ice, now a flood of water; and again in the fullness of time an outburst of organic life.
When I discovered a new plant, I sat down beside it for a minute or a day, to make its acquaintance and hear what it had to tell... I asked the boulders I met, whence they came and whither they were going.
No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite.
No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life...Awful in stern, immovable majesty, how softly these rocks are adorned, and how fine and reassuring the company they keep: Their feet among beautiful groves and meadows, their brows in the sky, a thousand flowers leaning confidingly against their feet, bathed in floods of water, floods of light.
How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!
Galen Clark was the best mountaineer I ever met, and one of the kindest and most amiable of all my mountain friends.
It is easier to feel than to realize, or in any way explain, Yosemite grandeur. The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.
Sequoia seeds have flat wings, and glint and glance in their flight like a boy's kite.
In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.
No words will ever describe the exquisite beauty and charm of this mountain park -- Nature's landscape garden at once tenderly beautiful and sublime. No wonder it draws nature-lovers from all over the world.
I...am always glad to touch the living rock again and dip my hand in the high mountain air.
When a man plants a tree, he plants himself.
God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.
One can make a day of any size.
One can make a day of any size and regulate the rising and setting of his own sun and the brightness of its shining.
Many of Nature's finest lessons are to be found in her storms, and if careful to keep in right relations with them, we may go safely abroad with them, rejoicing in the grandeur and beauty of their works and ways.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity.
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, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
Who has not felt the urge to throw a loaf of bread and a pound of tea in an old sack and jump over the back fence?
The world, we are told, was made especially for man -- a presumption not supported by all the facts.
So also there are tides and floods in the affairs of men, which in some are slight and may be kept within bounds, but in others they overmaster everything.
Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness.
Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.
The finest of the glacier meadow gardens lie ...imbedded in the upper pine forests like lakes of light.
The world's big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life.
One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.
In God's wildness lies the hope of the world.
In God's wildness lies the hope of the world - the great fresh unblighted, unredeemed wilderness. The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.
Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.
Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings.
Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen.
We all flow from one fountain.
We all flow from one fountain- Soul. All are expressions of one love.
Nothing can be done well at a speed of forty miles a day. The multitude of mixed, novel impressions rapidly piled on one another make only a dreamy, bewildering, swirling blur, most of which is unrememberable.
Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.
Most people are on the world, not in it.
Most people are on the world, not in it-- having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them-- undiffused seporate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but seporate.
I never saw a discontented tree.
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.
No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.
No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening - still all is Beauty!
Of all the mountain ranges I have climbed, I like the Sierra Nevada the best.
Nature in her green, tranquil woods heals and soothes all afflictions.
I always enjoyed the hearty society of a snowstorm.
Lizards of every temper, style, and color dwell here, seemingly as happy and companionable as the birds and squirrels.
In the eternal youth of Nature, you may renew your own.
How terribly downright must be the utterances of storms and earthquakes to those accustomed to the soft hypocrisies of society.
The power of imagination is infinite.
It may not be easy, life isn't easy, but dreams keep you alive.
Men use care in purchasing a horse, and are neglectful in choosing friends.
In every country the mountains are fountains, not only of rivers but of men. Therefore we all are born mountaineers, the offspring of rock and sunshine.
Hiking. I don't like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains...the se mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not 'hike' through them.
Memories may escape the action of the will, may sleep a long time, but when stirred by the right influence, though that influence be light as a shadow, they flash into full stature and life with everything in place.
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
The blessings of one mountain day, whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, he is rich forever.
Surely all God's people, however serious or savage, great or small, like to play.
Surely all God's people, however serious or savage, great or small, like to play. Whales and elephants, dancing, humming gnats, and invisibly small mischievous microbes- all are warm with divine radium and must have lots of fun in them.
Look! Nature is overflowing with the grandeur of God!
I wish I knew where I was going. Doomed to be carried of the spirit into the wilderness, I suppose. I wish I could be more moderate in my desires, but I cannot, and so there is no rest.
You are not in the mountains. The mountains are in you.
The water in music the oar forsakes. The air in music the wing forsakes. All things in move in music and write it. The mouse, lizard, and grasshopper sing together on the Turlock sands, sing with the morning stars.
If people in general could be got into the woods, even for once, to hear the trees speak for themselves, all difficulties in the way of forest preservation would vanish.
Come to the woods, for here is rest.
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.
Better to toil blindly, beating every stone in turn for grains of gold, whether they contain any or not, than lie down in apathetic decay.
When I first caught sight of Mount Shasta over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since.
Keep in view the common good of the people for all time.
Quench love, and what is left of a man's life but the folding of a few jointed bones and square inches of flesh? Who would call that life?
Nothing truly wild is unclean.
The mountains are fountains not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men.
The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able men whose thoughts and deeds have moved the world, have come down from the mountains - mountain dwellers who have grown strong there with the forest trees in Nature's workshops.
Doubly happy, however, is the man to whom lofty mountain tops are within reach.
I might have become a millionaire, but I chose to become a tramp.
Divine love is the sublime boss of the universe.
Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.