John Burroughs

Serene I told my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind or tide nor sea;
I rave read more

Serene I told my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind or tide nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in
winter; the fleshy, in summer. I read more

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in
winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the
bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

If we take science as our sole guide, if we accept and hold fast that alone which is verifiable, the read more

If we take science as our sole guide, if we accept and hold fast that alone which is verifiable, the old theology must go.

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.

Man is, and always has been, a maker of gods. It has been the most serious and significant occupation of read more

Man is, and always has been, a maker of gods. It has been the most serious and significant occupation of his sojourn in the world.