Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
John MuirSo also there are tides and floods in the affairs of men, which in some are slight and may be kept within bounds, but in others they overmaster everything.
John MuirGod has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.
John MuirThere is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
John MuirA 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.
John Muir