Nicholas Calcei

“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

“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 day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.”
― John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

“Nothing truly wild is unclean.”
― John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra