Saturday, August 31, 2013

Melting into Music

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

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.

The sun shines not on us but in us.

The snow is melting into music.

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 earth rolls.

Quotes by John Muir