Nicholas Calcei

“An eagle soaring above a sheer cliff, where I suppose its nest is, makes another striking show of life, and helps to bring to mind the other people of the so-called solitude—deer in the forest caring for their young; the strong, well-clad, well-fed bears; the lively throng of squirrels; the blessed birds, great and small, stirring and sweetening the groves; and the clouds of happy insects filling the sky with joyous hum as part and parcel of the down-pouring sunshine.”
― John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

“In our best times everything turns into religion, all the world seems a church and the mountains altars.”
― John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

“Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.”
― John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

“Everything in Nature called destruction must be creation-a change from beauty to beauty.”
― John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra