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 BURROUGHSTravel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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Without the name, any flower is still more or less a stranger to you. The name betrays its family, its relationship to other flowers, and gives the mind something tangible to grasp. It is very difficult for persons who have had no special training to learn the names of the flowers from the botany.
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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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A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.
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All birds are incipient or would-be songsters in the spring. I find corroborative evidence of this even in the crowing of the cock.
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Where country life is safe and enjoyable, where many of the conveniences and appliances of the town are joined to the large freedom and large benefits of the country, a high state of civilization prevails.
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To learn something new, take the path that you took yesterday.
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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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One of the most graceful of warriors is the robin. I know few prettier sights than two males challenging and curveting about each other upon the grass in early spring. Their attentions to each other are so courteous and restrained.
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The Kingdom of Heaven is not a place, but a state of mind.
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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 building of cities and towns, the cutting down of forests, and the draining of pools and swamps have deprived American birds of their original homes and food supply.
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It seems at times as if they possessed some extra sense – the home sense – which operates unerringly.
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How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.
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Robin is one of the most native and democratic of our birds; he is one of the family, and seems much nearer to us than those rare, exotic visitants, as the orchard starling or rose-breasted grossbeak, with their distant, high-bred ways.
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The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds.
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