John Burroughs Quote

The vast ice-engine that we call a glacier is almost as silent as the slumbering rocks, and, to all but the eye of science, nearly as immobile, save where it discharges into the sea. It is noisy in its dying, but in the height of its power it is as still as the falling snow of which it is made.

Under The Apple Tree, The Still Small Voice (p. 109), Houghton Mifflin Co. 1916