Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
John MuirThe 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.
John MuirHow narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!
John MuirAnyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep.
John Muir