Without the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature.
JOHN BURROUGHSSecluded waters of some pool or lakelet, are the crown and summit of the floral expeditions of summer.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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Most birds are very stiff-necked, like the robin, and as they run or hop upon the ground, carry the head as if it were riveted to the body.
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Some men are like nails, very easily drawn; others however are more like rivets never drawn at all.
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A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
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The key is always to speak in your own voice. Speak the truth. That’s Acting 101. Then you start putting layers on top of that.
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If we take science as our sole guide, if we accept and hold fast that alone which is verifiable, the old theology must go.
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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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To learn something new, take the path that you took yesterday.
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Where country life is safe and enjoyable, where many of the conveniences and appliances of the town are joined to the large freedom and large benefits of the country, a high state of civilization prevails.
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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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The dog is often quick to resent a kick, be it from man or beast, but I have never known him to show anger at the door that slammed to and hit him. Probably, if the door held him by his tail or his limb, it would quickly receive the imprint of his teeth.
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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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One reason, doubtless, why squirrels are so bold and reckless in leaping through the trees is that, if they miss their hold and fall, they sustain no injury.
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The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense is his life, large-brained, large-lunged, hot, ecstatic, his frame charged with buoyancy and his heart with song.
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For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice – no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.
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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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