A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.
JOHN BURROUGHSMy motto is never to try to imitate anybody: I have always looked inward and followed the inward voice.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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The homing instinct in birds and animals is one of their most remarkable traits: their strong local attachments and their skill in finding their way back when removed to a distance.
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To strong, susceptible characters, the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds.
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Unadulterated, unsweetened observations are what the real nature-lover craves. No man can invent incidents and traits as interesting as the reality.
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My life has been a fortunate one; I was born under a lucky star. It seems as if both wind and tide had favoured me.
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Secluded waters of some pool or lakelet, are the crown and summit of the floral expeditions of summer.
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The 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?
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There never was a happier or more devoted husband than the male bluebird. He is the gay champion and escort of the female at all times, and while she is sitting, he feeds her regularly.
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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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Only man seems to be endowed with this faculty; he alone develops disinterested intelligence, intelligence that is not primarily concerned with his own safety and well-being but that looks abroad upon things.
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It is always easier to believe than to deny. Our minds are naturally affirmative.
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How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
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Living in the city is a discordant thing, an unnatural thing.
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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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Life is a struggle, but not a warfare.
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Leap, and the net will appear.
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