Father knew me not. All my aspirations in life were a sealed book to him, as much as his peculiar religious experiences were to me.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe Infinite cannot be measured. The plan of Nature is so immense, but she has no plan, no scheme, but to go on and on forever. What is size, what is time, distance, to the Infinite?
More John Burroughs Quotes
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If America wishes to preserve her native birds, we must help supply what civilization has taken from them.
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Most people were shocked by the thought; it was intensely repugnant to their feelings.
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When Darwin published his conclusion that man was descended from an apelike ancestor who was again descended from a still lower type.
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I crave and seek a natural explanation of all phenomena upon this earth, but the word ‘natural’ to me implies more than mere chemistry and physics.
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In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.
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I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think.
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Living in the city is a discordant thing, an unnatural thing.
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There is hardly a man on earth who will take advice unless he is certain that it is positively bad.
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To strong, susceptible characters, the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds.
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Whitman will always be a strange and unwonted figure among his country’s poets, and among English poets generally: a cropping out again, after so many centuries, of the old bardic prophetic strain.
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The feminine character, the feminine perceptions, intuitions, delicacy, sympathy, quickness, are more responsive to natural forms and influences than is the masculine mind.
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I have thought that a good test of civilization, perhaps one of the best, is country life.
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We now use the word ‘nature’ very much as our fathers used the word ‘God.’
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It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
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How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.
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