One may summon his philosophy when they are beaten in battle, not till then.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe smallest deed is better than the greatest intention.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
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The feminine character, the feminine perceptions, intuitions, delicacy, sympathy, quickness, are more responsive to natural forms and influences than is the masculine mind.
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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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To be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring – these are some of the rewards of the simple life.
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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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It seems to me that evolution adds greatly to the wonder of life because it takes it out of the realm of the arbitrary, the exceptional, and links it to the sequence of natural causation.
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Emerson is the spokesman and prophet of youth and of a formative, idealistic age. His is a voice from the heights which are ever bathed in the sunshine of the spirit.
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The secret of happiness is something to do.
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The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are.
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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 seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.
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He is a reversion to an earlier type, the type of the bard, the skald, the poet-seer.
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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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How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.
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More than any other poet, Whitman is what we make him; more than any other poet, his greatest value is in what he suggests and implies rather than in what he portrays, and more than any other poet must he wait to be understood by the growth of the taste of himself.
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