Nature was nearly pristine when John Muir wrote the following, but with every day since of greater and greater overpopulation. . . .
Freshness and beauty are everywhere; flowers are born every hour; living sunlight is poured over all, and every thing and creature is glad. Our world is indeed a beautiful one, and I was thinking, on going to church last Sabbath, that I would hardly accept of a free ticket to the moon or to Venus, or any other world, for fear it might not be so good and so fraught with the glory of the Creator as our own.
(Quoted from page 344 of The Life of the Creative Spirit, by H. Charles Romesburg. Xlibris, 2001.)
For a brief biography of John Muir, click here. For images of or relating to John Muir, click here.
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