Nothing. The Infinite knows no time, no space, no great, no small, no beginning, no end.
JOHN BURROUGHSNothing. The Infinite knows no time, no space, no great, no small, no beginning, no end.
JOHN BURROUGHSWe now use the word ‘nature’ very much as our fathers used the word ‘God.’
JOHN BURROUGHSTravel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man.
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 BURROUGHSThe love of nature is a different thing from the love of science, though the two may go together.
JOHN BURROUGHSSome scenes you juggle two balls, some scenes you juggle three balls, some scenes you can juggle five balls.
JOHN BURROUGHSTo 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.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give its secret away and which seem to violate all the traditions of its kind.
JOHN BURROUGHSWhen Darwin published his conclusion that man was descended from an apelike ancestor who was again descended from a still lower type.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe fine, hair-like rootlets at the bottom and the microscopical cells of the leaves at the top.
JOHN BURROUGHSIt 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.
JOHN BURROUGHSTo regard the soul and body as one, or to ascribe to consciousness a physiological origin, is not detracting from its divinity; it is rather conferring divinity upon the body.
JOHN BURROUGHSIt seems at times as if they possessed some extra sense – the home sense – which operates unerringly.
JOHN BURROUGHSIf America wishes to preserve her native birds, we must help supply what civilization has taken from them.
JOHN BURROUGHSIn winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.
JOHN BURROUGHSHow many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives, and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!
JOHN BURROUGHS