How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe Nature Lover is not looking for mere facts but for meanings, for something he can translate into terms of his own life.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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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 have discovered the secret of happiness – it is work, either with the hands or the head.
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The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds.
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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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The love of nature is a different thing from the love of science, though the two may go together.
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Nearly every season, I make the acquaintance of one or more new flowers. It takes years to exhaust the botanical treasures of any one considerable neighborhood, unless one makes a dead set at it, like an herbalist.
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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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The common bees will never use their sting upon the queen; if she is to be disposed of, they starve her to death, and the queen herself will sting nothing but royalty, nothing but a rival queen.
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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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My motto is never to try to imitate anybody: I have always looked inward and followed the inward voice.
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Man takes root at his feet, and at best, he is no more than a potted plant in his house or carriage till he has established communication with the soil by the loving and magnetic touch of his soles to it.
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To learn something new, take the path that you took yesterday.
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On the same principles, the ornithologist will direct you where to look for the greenlets, the wood-sparrow, or the chewink.
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The life of a swarm of bees is like an active and hazardous campaign of an army: the ranks are being continually depleted and continually recruited.
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Nature furnishes the conditions – the solitude – and the soul furnishes the entertainment.
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