It seems at times as if they possessed some extra sense – the home sense – which operates unerringly.
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.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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Sometimes I am worried by the thought of the effect that life in the city will have on coming generations.
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The smallest deed is better than the greatest intention.
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The geologist is pretty sure to be an evolutionist.
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The Kingdom of Heaven is not a place, but a state of mind.
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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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To strong, susceptible characters, the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds.
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The pond-lily is a star and easily takes the first place among lilies; and the expeditions to her haunts, and the gathering her where she rocks upon the dark.
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Unadulterated, unsweetened observations are what the real nature-lover craves. No man can invent incidents and traits as interesting as the reality.
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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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Blessed is the man who has some congenial work, some occupation in which he can put his heart, and which affords a complete outlet to all the forces there are in him.
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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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To be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring – these are some of the rewards of the simple life.
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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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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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Without the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature.
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