Without the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature. John Burroughs artbeautifulemotion Change image and share on social
To strong, susceptible characters, the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds. John Burroughs characterconfinemusic Change image and share on social
Why, we have invented the whole machinery of the supernatural, with its unseen spirits and powers, good and bad, to account for things, because we found the universal everyday nature too cheap, too common, too vulgar. John Burroughs accountbadcheap share on social
Naturalists, like poets, are born and then made only by years of painstaking observation. John Burroughs bearmakenaturalist Change image and share on social
I have discovered the secret of happiness - it is work, either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy. John Burroughs chimneydiscoverdraught Change image and share on social
The type of mind of Whitman's, which seldom or never emerges as a mere mentality, an independent thinking and knowing faculty, but always as a personality, always as a complete human entity, never can expound itself, because its operations are synthetic and not analytic; its mainspring is love and not mere knowledge. John Burroughs analyticcompleteemerge share on social
There is something very human in this apparent mirth and mockery of the squirrels. It seems to be a sort of ironical laughter, and implies self-conscious pride and exultation in the laughter. John Burroughs apparentconsciousexultation Change image and share on social
The country is more of a wilderness, more of a wild solitude, in the winter than in the summer. The wild comes out. The urban, the cultivated, is hidden or negatived. John Burroughs countrycultivatehide Change image and share on social
I 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 Burroughs americanismcentefficiency Change image and share on social
A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost. John Burroughs equalfrostfruit Change image and share on social