Maxioms by 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.
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.
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.
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
Without death and decay, how could life go on?
Without death and decay, how could life go on?
