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When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
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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, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life, and that the grave has no victory, for it never fights.
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Contemplando il rivestimento di merletto che i torrenti disegnano sulle montagne non si puo non rammentare che ogni cosa fluisce, ogni cosa si muove verso un qualche punto, gli esseri viventi e le rocce cosi dette inanimate come l'acqua. Fluisce la neve, rapida o lenta, nelle valanghe e nei ghiacciai creatori di bellezza; fluisce l'aria in maestose inondazioni che trasportano minerali e foglie, semi e spore, torrenti di musiche e di profumi..
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Man has injured every animal he has touched.
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The snow is melting into music.
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John Muir, Earth -- planet, Universe
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This time it is real -- all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
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When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
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Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
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Living artificially in towns, we are sickly, and never come to know ourselves.
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The mountains are calling and I must go.
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Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life.
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I am hopelessly and forever a mountaineer.
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I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature's loveliness.
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Going to the mountains is going home.
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In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
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No portion of the world is so barren as not to yield a rich and precious harvest of divine truth.
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Muir describes himself as] me the poetico-trampo-geologist-bot & ornith-natural etc etc --!--!--! !
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How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
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God never made an ugly landscape. All that the sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.
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None of Nature's landscapes are ugly so long as they are wild.
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Many lawless mysteries vanish, and harmonies take their places.
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No right way is easy in this rough world. We must risk our lives to save them.
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One touch of nature makes all the world kin.
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The world's big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
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Most interesting forest I have seen in my whole life.
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Good walkers can go anywhere in these hospitable mountains without artificial ways.
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The world, we are told, was made especially for man -- a presumption not supported by all the facts.
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Nature in her green, tranquil woods heals and soothes all afflictions.
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Who publishes the sheet-music of the winds, or the written music of water written in river-lines?
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Come to the woods, for here is rest.
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The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
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I always enjoyed the hearty society of a snowstorm.
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Sit down in climbing, and hear the pines sing.
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