I have discovered the secret of happiness – it is work, either with the hands or the head.
JOHN BURROUGHSThe spirit of man can endure only so much and when it is broken only a miracle can mend it.
More John Burroughs Quotes
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A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.
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In 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.
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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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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.
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One may summon his philosophy when they are beaten in battle, not till then.
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The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense is his life, large-brained, large-lunged, hot, ecstatic, his frame charged with buoyancy and his heart with song.
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My life has been a fortunate one; I was born under a lucky star. It seems as if both wind and tide had favoured me.
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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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A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
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Summer is more wooing and seductive, more versatile and human, appeals to the affections and the sentiments, and fosters inquiry and the art impulse.
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If America wishes to preserve her native birds, we must help supply what civilization has taken from them.
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England 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.
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I have thought that a good test of civilization, perhaps one of the best, is country life.
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To strong, susceptible characters, the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds.
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How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
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