Travel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe 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.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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We talk of communing with Nature, but ’tis with ourselves we commune.
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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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There is a great deal of speculation in the eye of an animal, but very little science.
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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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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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Birds and animals probably think without knowing that they think; that is, they have not self-consciousness.
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If one gains an interest in the history of the earth, he is quite sure to gain an interest in the history of the life on the earth. If the former illustrates the theory of development, so must the latter.
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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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Every species of tree-squirrel seems to be capable of a sort of rudimentary flying, at least of making itself into a parachute, so as to ease or break a fall or a leap from a great height.
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The queen, I say, is the mother bee; it is undoubtedly complimenting her to call her a queen and invest her with regal authority, yet she is a superb creature and looks every inch a queen.
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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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The moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy.
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Nature furnishes the conditions – the solitude – and the soul furnishes the entertainment.
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One may summon his philosophy when they are beaten in battle, not till then.
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The Infinite cannot be measured. The plan of Nature is so immense, but she has no plan, no scheme, but to go on and on forever. What is size, what is time, distance, to the Infinite?
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