I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wand… - John Muir

I drifted on through the midst of this passionate music and motion, across many a glen, from ridge to ridge; often halting in the lee of a rock for shelter, or to gaze and listen. Even when the grand anthem had swelled to its highest pitch, I could distinctly hear the varying tones of individual trees [...] and even the infinitely gentle rustle of the withered grasses at my feet. Each was expressing itself in its own way, - singing its own song, and making its own peculiar gestures - manifesting a richness of variety to be found in no other forest I have yet seen.

You are yourself a Sequoia. Stop and get acquainted with your brethren... It will do you good.

When one is alone at night in the depths of these woods, the stillness is at once awful and sublime. Every leaf seems to speak.