Quotes by : John Burroughs

A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.

How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.

I was born with a chronic anxiety about the weather.

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

If you think you can do it, you can.

Nature we have always with us, an in exhaustible store-house of that which moves the heart, appeals to....

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think all the walks I want to take all....

The secret of happiness is something to do.

I have discovered the secret of happiness - it is work, either with the hands or the head. The moment....

To treat your facts with imagination is one thing, to imagine your facts is another.