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 BURROUGHSThe 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.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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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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There is a great deal of speculation in the eye of an animal, but very little science.
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Sometimes I am worried by the thought of the effect that life in the city will have on coming generations.
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I have discovered the secret of happiness. It is work.
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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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We talk of communing with Nature, but ’tis with ourselves we commune.
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Whitman was Emerson translated from the abstract into the concrete.
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No one else looks out upon the world so kindly and charitably as the pedestrian; no one else gives and takes so much from the country he passes through.
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I crave and seek a natural explanation of all phenomena upon this earth, but the word ‘natural’ to me implies more than mere chemistry and physics.
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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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To regard the soul and body as one, or to ascribe to consciousness a physiological origin, is not detracting from its divinity; it is rather conferring divinity upon the body.
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As with other phases of nature, I have probably loved the rocks more than I have studied them.
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Living in the city is a discordant thing, an unnatural thing.
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Our flying squirrel is in no proper sense a flyer. On the ground, he is more helpless than a chipmunk, because less agile. He can only sail or slide down a steep incline from the top of one tree to the foot of another.
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A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.
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