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.
JOHN BURROUGHSAll birds are incipient or would-be songsters in the spring. I find corroborative evidence of this even in the crowing of the cock.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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Life is a struggle, but not a warfare.
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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 me, nothing else about a tree is so remarkable as the extreme delicacy of the mechanism by which it grows and lives.
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To strong, susceptible characters, the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds.
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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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He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
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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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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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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.
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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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How many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives, and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!
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Without the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature.
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Nearly every season, I make the acquaintance of one or more new flowers. It takes years to exhaust the botanical treasures of any one considerable neighborhood, unless one makes a dead set at it, like an herbalist.
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Not so the oven-bird, or the other birds that walk, as the cow-bunting, or the quail, or the crow. They move the head forward with the movement of the feet.
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I find that something one gets from Emerson in early life does not leave him when he grows old.
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