“Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.”

“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.”

“Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.”

“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!”

“This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!”

“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm,waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm likeworship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, theirsongs never cease. -John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)”

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