A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.
JOHN BURROUGHSWhitman will always be a strange and unwonted figure among his country’s poets, and among English poets generally: a cropping out again, after so many centuries, of the old bardic prophetic strain.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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Naturalists, like poets, are born and then made only by years of painstaking observation.
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I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think.
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Leap, and the net will appear.
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I have discovered the secret of happiness. It is work.
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To learn something new, take the path that you took yesterday.
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I am sure I was an evolutionist in the abstract, or by the quality and complexion of my mind, before I read Darwin, but to become an evolutionist in the concrete, and accept the doctrine of the animal origin of man, has not for me been an easy matter.
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The queen, I say, is the mother bee; it is undoubtedly complimenting her to call her a queen and invest her with regal authority, yet she is a superb creature and looks every inch a queen.
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Nothing. The Infinite knows no time, no space, no great, no small, no beginning, no end.
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The smallest deed is better than the greatest intention.
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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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The fine, hair-like rootlets at the bottom and the microscopical cells of the leaves at the top.
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A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
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To me, nothing else about a tree is so remarkable as the extreme delicacy of the mechanism by which it grows and lives.
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We talk of communing with Nature, but ’tis with ourselves we commune.
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To 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.
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