There never was a happier or more devoted husband than the male bluebird. He is the gay champion and escort of the female at all times, and while she is sitting, he feeds her regularly.
JOHN BURROUGHSThere never was a happier or more devoted husband than the male bluebird. He is the gay champion and escort of the female at all times, and while she is sitting, he feeds her regularly.
JOHN BURROUGHSTo find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter.
JOHN BURROUGHSI have discovered the secret of happiness. It is work.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe Nature Lover is not looking for mere facts but for meanings, for something he can translate into terms of his own life.
JOHN BURROUGHSOur 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.
JOHN BURROUGHSIf America wishes to preserve her native birds, we must help supply what civilization has taken from them.
JOHN BURROUGHSLeap, and the net will appear.
JOHN BURROUGHSMy life has been a fortunate one; I was born under a lucky star. It seems as if both wind and tide had favoured me.
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.
JOHN BURROUGHSWhitman was Emerson translated from the abstract into the concrete.
JOHN BURROUGHSTo treat your facts with imagination is one thing, to imagine your facts is another.
JOHN BURROUGHSMy motto is never to try to imitate anybody: I have always looked inward and followed the inward voice.
JOHN BURROUGHSWe are really here to be happy and to make others happy.
JOHN BURROUGHSEmerson stands apart from the other poets and essayists of New England, and of English literature generally, as of another order.
JOHN BURROUGHSI go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
JOHN BURROUGHSHow many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.
JOHN BURROUGHS