A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
JOHN BURROUGHS
The art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give its secret away and which seem to violate all the traditions of its kind.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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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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Man has climbed up from some lower animal form, but he has, as it were, pulled the ladder up after him.
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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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Life is a struggle, but not a warfare.
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Nothing. The Infinite knows no time, no space, no great, no small, no beginning, no end.
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The spirit of man can endure only so much and when it is broken only a miracle can mend it.
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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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The life of a swarm of bees is like an active and hazardous campaign of an army: the ranks are being continually depleted and continually recruited.
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Blessed is the man who has some congenial work, some occupation in which he can put his heart, and which affords a complete outlet to all the forces there are in him.
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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 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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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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The love of nature is a different thing from the love of science, though the two may go together.
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We talk of communing with Nature, but ’tis with ourselves we commune.
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The art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give its secret away and which seem to violate all the traditions of its kind.
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On the same principles, the ornithologist will direct you where to look for the greenlets, the wood-sparrow, or the chewink.
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