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.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe smallest deed is better than the greatest intention.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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To me, nothing else about a tree is so remarkable as the extreme delicacy of the mechanism by which it grows and lives.
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The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds.
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August is the month of the high-sailing hawks. The hen hawk is the most noticeable. He likes the haze and calm of these long, warm days. He is a bird of leisure and seems always at his ease. How beautiful and majestic are his movements!
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Living in the city is a discordant thing, an unnatural thing.
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The pond-lily is a star and easily takes the first place among lilies; and the expeditions to her haunts, and the gathering her where she rocks upon the dark.
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Like tens of thousands of others, I have been a spectator of, rather than a participator in, the activities – political, commercial, sociological, scientific – of the times in which I have lived.
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The geologist is pretty sure to be an evolutionist.
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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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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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Most people were shocked by the thought; it was intensely repugnant to their feelings.
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The red squirrel is more common and less dignified than the gray, and oftener guilty of petty larceny about the barns and grain-fields.
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The fine, hair-like rootlets at the bottom and the microscopical cells of the leaves at the top.
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I went to the Lake District to see what kind of a country it could be that would produce a Wordsworth.
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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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How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.
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