I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows where the rarest wildflowers are blooming, and who goes where they are and stands still and finds that he is smiling and not by his own will.
[On a Sierra Club Outing, author Albert Palmer tells of a conversation he had with John Muir on the trail. He asked Muir, "someone told me you did not approve of the word ˜hike.' Is that so?" His blue eyes flashed, and with his Scotch accent he replied
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And Joshua said unto all the people: "Behold, this stone shall be a witness unto us; for it has heard all the work of the Lord, which he spake unto us; it shall therefore a witness unto you, lest ye deny your God." Jos. 25:27