A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.
JOHN BURROUGHSA somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.
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 BURROUGHSI am for 100 per cent Americanism, 100 per cent efficiency, and 100 per cent life. I expect to live to be 100 years old.
JOHN BURROUGHSWhitman was Emerson translated from the abstract into the concrete.
JOHN BURROUGHSWe are really here to be happy and to make others happy.
JOHN BURROUGHSYou are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think.
JOHN BURROUGHSLeap, and the net will appear.
JOHN BURROUGHSEngland is like the margin of a spring-run: near its source, always green, always cool, always moist, comparatively free from frost in winter and from drought in summer.
JOHN BURROUGHSEmerson stands apart from the other poets and essayists of New England, and of English literature generally, as of another order.
JOHN BURROUGHSWithout the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature.
JOHN BURROUGHSThere is a great deal of speculation in the eye of an animal, but very little science.
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 BURROUGHSThe dog is often quick to resent a kick, be it from man or beast, but I have never known him to show anger at the door that slammed to and hit him. Probably, if the door held him by his tail or his limb, it would quickly receive the imprint of his teeth.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe life of a swarm of bees is like an active and hazardous campaign of an army: the ranks are being continually depleted and continually recruited.
JOHN BURROUGHSBlessed 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.
JOHN BURROUGHSFor anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice – no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.
JOHN BURROUGHS