What did John Muir mean by: All wilderness seems to be full of tricks and plans to drive and draw us up into God’s light. - John Muir Naturalist · Scotland Copy
+ No right way is easy in this rough world. We must risk our lives to save them. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Muir, Hardship, Risk, 0 - John Muir Naturalist · Scotland
+ Keep in view the common good of the people for all time. Feraz Zeid, June 20, 2023December 12, 2023, John Muir, Common, 0 - John Muir Naturalist · Scotland
+ When a man plants a tree, he plants himself. Feraz Zeid, June 22, 2023December 12, 2023, John Muir, Garden, 0 - John Muir Naturalist · Scotland
+ He had gone to the higher Sierras… [about Ralph Waldo Emerson’s death] Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Muir, 0 - John Muir Naturalist · Scotland
+ Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold. Feraz Zeid, September 16, 2023December 24, 2023, John Muir, Glorious, Gold, 0 - John Muir Naturalist · Scotland
+ Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Muir, Book, Flower, 0 - John Muir Naturalist · Scotland
+ The grand show is eternal It is always sunrise somewhere Feraz Zeid, July 18, 2023December 12, 2023, John Muir, Sunrise, 0 - John Muir Naturalist · Scotland
+ Man and other civilized animals are the only creatures that ever become dirty. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Muir, Animal, Dirty, 0 - John Muir Naturalist · Scotland
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions. Explain - Leonardo da Vinci Painter · Italy
Only work which is the product of inner compulsion can have spiritual meaning. - Walter Gropius Architect · Germany
I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me. - William Blake Poet and artist · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
