How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe Nature Lover is not looking for mere facts but for meanings, for something he can translate into terms of his own life.
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One reason, doubtless, why squirrels are so bold and reckless in leaping through the trees is that, if they miss their hold and fall, they sustain no injury.
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Writing is reporting what we saw after the vision has left us. It is catching the fish which the tide has left far up on our shores in the low and depressed places.
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The homing instinct in birds and animals is one of their most remarkable traits: their strong local attachments and their skill in finding their way back when removed to a distance.
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In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.
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How many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives, and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!
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Without the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature.
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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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Whitman was Emerson translated from the abstract into the concrete.
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Science has done more for the development of western civilization in one hundred years than Christianity did in eighteen hundred years.
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To strong, susceptible characters, the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds.
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I have discovered the secret of happiness. It is work.
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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.
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For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice – no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.
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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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We are beginning to see that money, after all, is not the main thing. The real values cannot be bought and sold.
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