If you think you can do it, you can.
JOHN BURROUGHSOn the same principles, the ornithologist will direct you where to look for the greenlets, the wood-sparrow, or the chewink.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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To still others, who again have their human prototypes, it means a struggle, more or less fierce, to keep soul and body together; while to many insect forms, it means death.
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Joy in the universe, and keen curiosity about it all – that has been my religion.
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The secret of happiness is something to do.
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The Nature Lover is not looking for mere facts but for meanings, for something he can translate into terms of his own life.
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Nature teaches more than she preaches.
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The pond-lily is a star and easily takes the first place among lilies; and the expeditions to her haunts, and the gathering her where she rocks upon the dark.
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England is like the margin of a spring-run: near its source, always green, always cool, always moist, comparatively free from frost in winter and from drought in summer.
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The red squirrel is more common and less dignified than the gray, and oftener guilty of petty larceny about the barns and grain-fields.
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We talk of communing with Nature, but ’tis with ourselves we commune.
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The life of a swarm of bees is like an active and hazardous campaign of an army: the ranks are being continually depleted and continually recruited.
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There is something very human in this apparent mirth and mockery of the squirrels. It seems to be a sort of ironical laughter, and implies self-conscious pride and exultation in the laughter.
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We are beginning to see that money, after all, is not the main thing. The real values cannot be bought and sold.
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The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds.
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Writing is reporting what we saw after the vision has left us. It is catching the fish which the tide has left far up on our shores in the low and depressed places.
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The art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give its secret away and which seem to violate all the traditions of its kind.
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