Look up at the miracle of the falling snow,—the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the exquisite crystals dropping in ditch and gutter, and disguising in the same suit of spotless livery all objects… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
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. — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
As life nears its end with me, I find myself meditating more and more upon the mystery of its nature and origin, yet without… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Certainly in the United States, you have a constituency in the form of the weapons laboratories, and you also have the branches of the… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
When Darwin published his conclusion that man was descended from an apelike ancestor who was again descended from a still lower type, most people… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Science sees the process of evolution from the outside, as one might a train of cars going by, and resolves it into the physical… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Maybe that will happen with other countries as well. And so, that's why one of the things that groups like mine that work for… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
One can only learn his powers of action by action, and his powers of thought by thinking — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
When the woodpecker is searching for food, or laying siege to some hidden grub, the sound of his hammer is dead or muffled and… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
In what bold relief stand out the lives of all walkers of the snow! The snow is a great tell-tale, and blabs as effectually… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
One can return to their place of birth, but one cannot go back to your youth. — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
