The fine, hair-like rootlets at the bottom and the microscopical cells of the leaves at the top.
JOHN BURROUGHSNo 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.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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Nature teaches more than she preaches.
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If America wishes to preserve her native birds, we must help supply what civilization has taken from them.
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He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
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Some men are like nails, very easily drawn; others however are more like rivets never drawn at all.
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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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The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds.
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Why, we have invented the whole machinery of the supernatural, with its unseen spirits and powers, good and bad, to account for things, because we found the universal everyday nature too cheap, too common, too vulgar.
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Women are about the best lovers of nature, after all; at least of nature in her milder and more familiar forms.
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To treat your facts with imagination is one thing, to imagine your facts is another.
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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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To strong, susceptible characters, the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds.
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Wisdom cannot come by railroad or automobile or aeroplane, or be hurried up by telegraph or telephone.
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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.
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Secluded waters of some pool or lakelet, are the crown and summit of the floral expeditions of summer.
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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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