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.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe 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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Some scenes you juggle two balls, some scenes you juggle three balls, some scenes you can juggle five balls.
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How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.
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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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To many forms of life of our northern lands, winter means a long sleep; to others, it means what it means to many fortunate human beings – travels in warm climes.
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I have suffered no great losses, or defeats, or illness, or accidents, and have undergone no great struggles or privations; I have had no grouch. I have not wanted the earth.
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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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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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In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.
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If America wishes to preserve her native birds, we must help supply what civilization has taken from them.
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How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
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Naturalists, like poets, are born and then made only by years of painstaking observation.
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A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.
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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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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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All the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
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I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think.
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Why, we have invented the whole machinery of the supernatural, with its unseen spirits and powers, good and bad, to account for things, because we found the universal everyday nature too cheap, too common, too vulgar.
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The trunk of a tree is like a community where only one generation at a time is engaged in active business, the great mass of the population being retired and adding solidity and permanence to the social organism.
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The building of cities and towns, the cutting down of forests, and the draining of pools and swamps have deprived American birds of their original homes and food supply.
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The common bees will never use their sting upon the queen; if she is to be disposed of, they starve her to death, and the queen herself will sting nothing but royalty, nothing but a rival queen.
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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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A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
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Life is a struggle, but not a warfare.
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The Kingdom of Heaven is not a place, but a state of mind.
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Birds and animals probably think without knowing that they think; that is, they have not self-consciousness.
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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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