How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
JOHN BURROUGHSHow beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
JOHN BURROUGHSIt 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.
JOHN BURROUGHSHe who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
JOHN BURROUGHSAs with other phases of nature, I have probably loved the rocks more than I have studied them.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe secret of happiness is something to do.
JOHN BURROUGHSLiving in the city is a discordant thing, an unnatural thing.
JOHN BURROUGHSEmerson is the spokesman and prophet of youth and of a formative, idealistic age. His is a voice from the heights which are ever bathed in the sunshine of the spirit.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe distribution of plants in a given locality is not more marked and defined than that of the birds. Show a botanist a landscape, and he will tell you where to look for the lady’s-slipper, the columbine, or the harebell.
JOHN BURROUGHSEmerson was such an important figure in our literary history, and in the moral and religious development of our people, that attention cannot be directed to him too often.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy.
JOHN BURROUGHSIn 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.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe common bees will never use their sting upon the queen; if she is to be disposed of, they starve her to death, and the queen herself will sting nothing but royalty, nothing but a rival queen.
JOHN BURROUGHSI 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.
JOHN BURROUGHSIf you think you can do it, you can.
JOHN BURROUGHSMost birds are very stiff-necked, like the robin, and as they run or hop upon the ground, carry the head as if it were riveted to the body.
JOHN BURROUGHSMost people were shocked by the thought; it was intensely repugnant to their feelings.
JOHN BURROUGHS