A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost. — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
I am in love with this world . . . I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the… — 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.… — 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
