Without the name, any flower is still more or less a stranger to you. The name betrays its family, its relationship to other flowers, and gives the mind something tangible to grasp. It is very difficult for persons who have had no special training to learn the names of the flowers from the botany.
JOHN BURROUGHSWithout the name, any flower is still more or less a stranger to you. The name betrays its family, its relationship to other flowers, and gives the mind something tangible to grasp. It is very difficult for persons who have had no special training to learn the names of the flowers from the botany.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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The birth of a baby and the blooming of a flower are natural events, but the laboratory methods forever fail to give us the key to the secret of either.
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I have discovered the secret of happiness. It is work.
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Joy in the universe, and keen curiosity about it all – that has been my religion.
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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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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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If I were to name the three most precious resources of life, I should say books, friends, and nature. And the greatest of these, at least the most constant and always at hand, is nature.
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If you think you can do it, you can.
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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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To regard the soul and body as one, or to ascribe to consciousness a physiological origin, is not detracting from its divinity; it is rather conferring divinity upon the body.
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The human body is a steed that goes freest and longest under a light rider, and the lightest of all riders is a cheerful heart.
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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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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 fine, hair-like rootlets at the bottom and the microscopical cells of the leaves at the top.
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In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.
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Living in the city is a discordant thing, an unnatural thing.
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