John Muir Quotes about Adventure

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

It may not be easy, life isn't easy, but dreams keep you alive.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news

Bears are made of the same dust as we, and they breathe the same winds and drink of the same waters. A bear's days are warmed by the same sun, his dwellings are overdomed by the same blue sky, and his life turns and ebbs with heart pulsing like ours. He was poured from the same first fountain. And whether he at last goes to our stingy Heaven or not, he has terrestrial immortality. His life, not long, not short, knows no beginning , no ending. To him life unstinted, unplanned, is above the accidents of time, and his years, markless and boundless, equal eternity.

Going to the mountains is going home.

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 never saw a discontented tree.

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.

What is worthwhile in life? I think it is worth living and dreaming. If you don't you may be dead anyhow - inside.

Most people are on the world, not in it.

None of Nature's landscapes are ugly so long as they are wild.

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.

How many hearts with warm, red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes are shining? A multitude of animal people, intimately related to us, but of whose lives we know almost nothing, are as busy about their own affairs as we are about ours.

One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.

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

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

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest!

There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties