How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. John Burroughs beautifulcolorday Change image and share on social
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs beginblamefail Change image and share on social
The 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 Burroughs angerbeastdog share on social
Father knew me not. All my aspirations in life were a sealed book to him, as much as his peculiar religious experiences were to me. John Burroughs aspirationbookexperience Change image and share on social
I have discovered the secret of happiness. It is work. John Burroughs discoverhappinesssecret Change image and share on social
England is not a country of granite and marble, but of chalk, marl, and clay. John Burroughs chalkclaycountry Change image and share on social
The naturist must see all things in the light of his experiences in this world. John Burroughs experiencelightnaturist Change image and share on social
A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did. John Burroughs want Change image and share on social
You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think. John Burroughs divinenearpower Change image and share on social
Our flying squirrel is in no proper sense a flyer. On the ground, he is more helpless than a chipmunk, because less agile. He can only sail or slide down a steep incline from the top of one tree to the foot of another. John Burroughs agilechipmunkfly share on social
