All John Burroughs Quotes
- Time does not become sacred to us until we have lived it. Become Sacred
- I see on a immense scale, and as clearly as in a demonstration in a laboratory, that good comes out of evil; that the impartiality… All
- The atmosphere of our time is fast being cleared of the fumes and deadly gases that arose during the carboniferous age of theology. Age
- Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo!… Care
- One can only learn his powers of action by action, and his powers of thought by thinking Action
- Literature is an investment of genius which has dividends to all subsequent times All
- In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more… Achieve
- What a severe yet master artist old Winter is... No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel... Artist
- He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter. Admiration
- When nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and the earth, so she gave him the color of the one on… Bird
- 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
- One goes to Nature only for hints and half-truths. Her facts are crude until you have absorbed them or translated them ... It is not… Absorbed
- I think rain is as necessary to the mind as to vegetation. My very thoughts become thirsty, and crave the moisture. Crave
- The gift of perfume to a flower is a special grace like genius or like beauty, and never becomes common or cheap. Beauty
- I was born with a chronic anxiety about the weather. Anxiety
- When you bait the hook with your heart, the fish always bite. Always Bite
- We can outrun the wind and the storm, but we cannot outrun the demon of hurry. Cannot Outrun
- I still find each day too short.. Day
- That which distinguishes this day from all others is that then both orators and artillerymen shoot blank cartridges. All
- Oh, Spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments,… Air