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„Wenn man an einem einzigen Ding in der Natur zieht, findet er es mit dem Rest der Welt verbunden.“

„Und in den Wald gehe ich, um meinen Verstand zu verlieren und meine Seele zu finden.“

„Erklimme die Berge und spüre die gute Energie. Der Friede in der Natur wird in dich fließen wie der Sonnenschein, der die Bäume nährt. Der Wind wird dich erfrischen, der Sturm dich mit Kraft erfüllen und alle deine Sorgen werden abfallen von dir, wie Herbstblätter.“

„In die Berge gehen heißt nach Hause gehen.“

„Jeder braucht Schönheit genauso wie Brot, Orte zum spielen und beten wo die Natur heilt und Körper und Geist stärkt.“

„Die Gesellschaft spricht und jeder Mann hört zu, die Berge sprechen und die weisen Männer hören zu.“

„Besteige die Berge und empfange ihre guten Neuigkeiten.“

„Bei jedem Schritt mit der Natur bekommt jemand weit mehr als er sucht.“

„Immer geht irgendwo die Sonne auf; der Tau trocknet nie auf einmal; immer regnet es irgendwo; stets steigt Dunst auf. Ewiger Sonnenaufgang, ewiger Sonnenuntergang, ewige Morgenröte.“

„Männer lassen Sorgfalt walten, wenn sie sich ein Pferd kaufen und vernachlässigen diese, bei der Wahl ihrer Freunde.“

„Wenn jemand an einer Sache in der Natur zerrt, wird er feststellen das diese mit dem Rest der Welt, verbunden ist.“

„Die Vorstellungskraft macht uns allumfassend.“

„Keinen blinden Widerstand gegen den Fortschritt, aber Widerstand gegen blinden Fortschritt.“

„Die Macht der Fantasie macht uns unendlich.“

„Die Macht der Vorstellungskraft macht uns grenzenlos.“

„Immer geht irgendwo die Sonne auf; der Tau trocknet nie auf einmal; immer regnet es irgendwo; stets steigt Dunst auf. Ewiger Sonnenaufgang, ewiger Sonnenuntergang, ewige Morgenröte.“

“Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.”

“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.”

“We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.”

“Not blind opposition to progress, but opposition to blind progress…”

“Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.”

“Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing”

“One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.”

“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.”

“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.”

“Few places in this world are more dangerous than home. Fear not, therefore, to try the mountain passes. They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free, and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action.”

“I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature's loveliness.”

“Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.”

“Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.”

“How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!”

“These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar.”

“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!”

“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.”

“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!”

“Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.”

“Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.”

“One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made. That this is still the morning of creation. That mountains, long conceived, are now being born, brought to light by the glaciers, channels traced for coming rivers, basins hollowed for lakes.”

“The wrongs done to trees, wrongs of every sort, are done in the darkness of ignorance and unbelief, for when the light comes, the heart of the people is always right.”

“Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get---people, storms, guardian angels, or sheep….”

“Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grass and gentians of glacier meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of Nature's darlings. 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. As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature's sources never fail. … The petty discomforts that beset the awkward guest, the unskilled camper, are quickly forgotten, while all that is precious remains. Fears vanish as soon as one is fairly free in the wilderness.”

“I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.”

“Come to the woods, for here is rest.”

“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. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.”

“All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.”

“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. -John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)”