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.

Without death and decay, how could life go on?

Without death and decay, how could life go on?

Literature is an investment of genius which has dividends to all subsequent times

Literature is an investment of genius which has dividends to all subsequent times

One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: "To rise above the little things."

One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: "To rise above the little things."

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.