A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.
JOHN BURROUGHSHe who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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It seems at times as if they possessed some extra sense – the home sense – which operates unerringly.
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I am sure I was an evolutionist in the abstract, or by the quality and complexion of my mind, before I read Darwin, but to become an evolutionist in the concrete, and accept the doctrine of the animal origin of man, has not for me been an easy matter.
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Our flying squirrel is in no proper sense a flyer. On the ground, he is more helpless than a chipmunk, because less agile. He can only sail or slide down a steep incline from the top of one tree to the foot of another.
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Fear, love, and hunger were the agents that developed the wits of the lower animals, as they were, of course, the prime factors in developing the intelligence of man.
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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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To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter.
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All the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
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It seems to me that evolution adds greatly to the wonder of life because it takes it out of the realm of the arbitrary, the exceptional, and links it to the sequence of natural causation.
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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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All birds are incipient or would-be songsters in the spring. I find corroborative evidence of this even in the crowing of the cock.
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I have discovered the secret of happiness – it is work, either with the hands or the head.
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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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The secret of happiness is something to do.
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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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Whitman was Emerson translated from the abstract into the concrete.
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