We talk of communing with Nature, but ’tis with ourselves we commune.
JOHN BURROUGHSIt 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.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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Even in rugged Scotland, nature is scarcely wilder than a mountain sheep, certainly a good way short of the ferity of the moose and caribou.
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When Darwin published his conclusion that man was descended from an apelike ancestor who was again descended from a still lower type.
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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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To still others, who again have their human prototypes, it means a struggle, more or less fierce, to keep soul and body together; while to many insect forms, it means death.
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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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Whitman will always be a strange and unwonted figure among his country’s poets, and among English poets generally: a cropping out again, after so many centuries, of the old bardic prophetic strain.
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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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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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The Kingdom of Heaven is not a place, but a state of mind.
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Travel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man.
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Fear, love, and hunger were the agents that developed the wits of the lower animals, as they were, of course, the prime factors in developing the intelligence of man.
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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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I have discovered the secret of happiness – it is work, either with the hands or the head.
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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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To many forms of life of our northern lands, winter means a long sleep; to others, it means what it means to many fortunate human beings – travels in warm climes.
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