How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
JOHN BURROUGHSHow many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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Whitman was Emerson translated from the abstract into the concrete.
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As life nears its end with me, I find myself meditating more and more upon the mystery of its nature and origin, yet without the least hope that I can find out the ways of the Eternal in this or in any other world.
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August is the month of the high-sailing hawks. The hen hawk is the most noticeable. He likes the haze and calm of these long, warm days. He is a bird of leisure and seems always at his ease. How beautiful and majestic are his movements!
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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 animal world seizes its food in masses little and big, and often gorges itself with it, but the vegetable, through the agency of the solvent power of water, absorbs its nourishment molecule by molecule.
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Some of the animals outsee man, outsmell him, outhear him, outrun him, outswim him, because their lives depend more upon these special powers than his does; but he can outwit them all because he has the resourcefulness of reason and is at home in many different fields.
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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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It is always easier to believe than to deny. Our minds are naturally affirmative.
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Joy in the universe, and keen curiosity about it all – that has been my religion.
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A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.
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I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.
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Women are about the best lovers of nature, after all; at least of nature in her milder and more familiar forms.
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He is a reversion to an earlier type, the type of the bard, the skald, the poet-seer.
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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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More than any other poet, Whitman is what we make him; more than any other poet, his greatest value is in what he suggests and implies rather than in what he portrays, and more than any other poet must he wait to be understood by the growth of the taste of himself.
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