I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral. John Burroughs seldom felt natural Change image and share on social
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. To still others, who again have their human prototypes, it means a struggle, more or less fierce, to keep soul and body together; while to many insect forms, it means death. John Burroughs insect being body share on social
Emerson was such an important figure in our literary history, and in the moral and religious development of our people, that attention cannot be directed to him too often. John Burroughs attention important direct Change image and share on social
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. John Burroughs darwin read concrete 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 agile helpless flyer share on social
Emerson is the spokesman and prophet of youth and of a formative, idealistic age. His is a voice from the heights which are ever bathed in the sunshine of the spirit. I find that something one gets from Emerson in early life does not leave him when he grows old. John Burroughs grow prophet voice share on social
Without the name, any flower is still more or less a stranger to you. The name betrays its family, its relationship to other flowers, and gives the mind something tangible to grasp. It is very difficult for persons who have had no special training to learn the names of the flowers from the botany. John Burroughs name grasp flower share on social
I have discovered the secret of happiness. It is work. John Burroughs happiness discover work Change image and 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 seal religious aspiration Change image and share on social
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. John Burroughs beautiful light day Change image and share on social