When Darwin published his conclusion that man was descended from an apelike ancestor who was again descended from a still lower type.
JOHN BURROUGHSWhen Darwin published his conclusion that man was descended from an apelike ancestor who was again descended from a still lower type.
JOHN BURROUGHSBlessed 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 BURROUGHSRobin is one of the most native and democratic of our birds; he is one of the family, and seems much nearer to us than those rare, exotic visitants, as the orchard starling or rose-breasted grossbeak, with their distant, high-bred ways.
JOHN BURROUGHSWisdom cannot come by railroad or automobile or aeroplane, or be hurried up by telegraph or telephone.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe feminine character, the feminine perceptions, intuitions, delicacy, sympathy, quickness, are more responsive to natural forms and influences than is the masculine mind.
JOHN BURROUGHSIf America wishes to preserve her native birds, we must help supply what civilization has taken from them.
JOHN BURROUGHSAll the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
JOHN BURROUGHSJoy in the universe, and keen curiosity about it all – that has been my religion.
JOHN BURROUGHSIt is always easier to believe than to deny. Our minds are naturally affirmative.
JOHN BURROUGHSThere is a great deal of speculation in the eye of an animal, but very little science.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe secret of happiness is something to do.
JOHN BURROUGHSEngland 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.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe 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?
JOHN BURROUGHSHow beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
JOHN BURROUGHSFor 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.
JOHN BURROUGHSTo me, nothing else about a tree is so remarkable as the extreme delicacy of the mechanism by which it grows and lives.
JOHN BURROUGHS