Flower Quotes by John Burroughs

My books are, in a way, a record of my life - that part of it that came to flower and fruit…

— John Burroughs

The gift of perfume to a flower is a special grace like genius or like beauty, and never becomes common or cheap.

— John Burroughs

I go to books and to nature as a bee goes to the flower, for a nectar that I can make into…

— John Burroughs

All sounds are sharper in winter; the air transmits better.

— John Burroughs

One is tempted to say that the most human plants, after all, are the weeds.

— John Burroughs

A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.

— John Burroughs

I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into…

— John Burroughs

The trunk of a tree is like a community where only one generation at a time is engaged in active business, the…

— John Burroughs

In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence…

— John Burroughs

The honey-bee's great ambition is to be rich, to lay up great stores, to possess the sweet of every flower that blooms.…

— John Burroughs

I always feel at home where the sugar maple grows… glorious in autumn, a fountain of coolness in summer, sugar in its…

— John Burroughs

To me, nothing else about a tree is so remarkable as the extreme delicacy of the mechanism by which it grows and…

— John Burroughs

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam.…

— John Burroughs

Nearly every season, I make the acquaintance of one or more new flowers. It takes years to exhaust the botanical treasures of…

— John Burroughs

Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the…

— John Burroughs

Without the name, any flower is still more or less a stranger to you. The name betrays its family, its relationship to…

— John Burroughs

To many forms of life of our northern lands, winter means a long sleep; to others, it means what it means to…

— John Burroughs

We love the sight of the brown and ruddy earth; it is the color of life, while a snow-covered plain is the…

— John Burroughs

Look up at the miracle of the falling snow,—the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the…

— John Burroughs

The pond-lily is a star and easily takes the first place among lilies; and the expeditions to her haunts, and the gathering…

— John Burroughs

Natural history is a matter of observation; it is a harvest which you gather when and where you find it growing. Birds…

— John Burroughs

I crave and seek a natural explanation of all phenomena upon this earth, but the word 'natural' to me implies more than…

— John Burroughs

In what bold relief stand out the lives of all walkers of the snow! The snow is a great tell-tale, and blabs…

— John Burroughs

How many thorns of human nature - hard, sharp, lifeless protuberances that tear and wound us, narrow prejudices, bristling conceits that repel…

— John Burroughs

In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look…

— John Burroughs