It 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 BURROUGHSAs life nears its end with me, I find myself meditating more and more upon the mystery of its nature and origin, yet without the least hope that I can find out the ways of the Eternal in this or in any other world.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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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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He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
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I went to the Lake District to see what kind of a country it could be that would produce a Wordsworth.
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I have suffered no great losses, or defeats, or illness, or accidents, and have undergone no great struggles or privations; I have had no grouch. I have not wanted the earth.
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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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The moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy.
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I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think.
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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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Man has climbed up from some lower animal form, but he has, as it were, pulled the ladder up after him.
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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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It seems at times as if they possessed some extra sense – the home sense – which operates unerringly.
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Our 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.
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The trunk of a tree is like a community where only one generation at a time is engaged in active business, the great mass of the population being retired and adding solidity and permanence to the social organism.
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We now use the word ‘nature’ very much as our fathers used the word ‘God.’
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How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
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