List of John Burroughs Quotes

Here's How The Court Put It, And All Judges Agreed To This. The Court Said: "there Exists And Obligation To Pursue In Good Faith And Bring To A Conclusion Negotiations Under Nuclear Disarmament In All Its Aspects Under Strict And Effective International Control."

My Group, The Lawyers Committee On Nuclear Policy, Was One Of The Principle Organizers. So, There Was This Campaign To Support The United Nations General Assembly In Asking The International Court Of Justice For An Advisory Opinion On The Legality Of Threat Or Use Of Nuclear Weapons.

The Court Was Unable To Rule On All Circumstances In Which Nuclear Weapons Might Be Used, And It Said In View Of The Problems, The Risks Posed By Nuclear Weapons, And In View Of The Lack Of Certainty Of The Law In All Circumstances, The Best Course Is Fulfilling The Obligation Of Good Faith Negotiations Of Nuclear Disarmament Contained In The Nuclear Non-proliferation Treaty.

The United States Says "we're Complying. We're Following The Disarmament Obligation. Look At The Quantitative Reductions That Are Taking Place." But, Since '96, There Really Hasn't Been Progress On Specific Commitments That Have Been Made. Perhaps Most Disturbing Is This: That The United States And France In Particular, Since 1996, Have Expanded The Range Of Circumstances Under Which They Might Use - They Say They Might Use - Nuclear Weapons.

The Floating Vapour Is Just As True An Illustration Of The Law Of Gravity As The Falling Avalanche.

How Readily The Bluebirds Become Our Friends And Neighbors When We Offer Them Suitable Nesting Retreats!

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.

It Is Reported Of Margaret Fuller That She Said She Accepted The Universe. "gad, She'd Better!" Retorted Carlyle. Carlyle Himself Did Not Accept The Universe In A Very Whole-hearted Manner. Looking Up At The Midnight Stars, He Exclaimed: "a Sad Spectacle! If They Be Inhabited, What A Scope For Misery And Folly; If They Be Not Inhabited, What A Waste Of Space!"

Natural History Is A Matter Of Observation; It Is A Harvest Which You Gather When And Where You Find It Growing. Birds And Squirrels And Flowers Are Not Always In Season, But Philosophy We Have Always With Us. It Is A Crop Which We Can Grow And Reap At All Times And In All Places And It Has Its Own Value And Brings Its Own Satisfaction.

One Can Return To Their Place Of Birth, But One Cannot Go Back To Your Youth.

Science Sees The Process Of Evolution From The Outside, As One Might A Train Of Cars Going By, And Resolves It Into The Physical And Mechanical Elements, Without Getting Any Nearer The Reason Of Its Going By, Or The Point Of Its Departure Or Destination.

....success In Walking Is Not To Let Your Right Foot Know What Your Left Foot Doeth. Your Heart Must Furnish Such Music That In Keeping Time To It Your Feet Will Carry You Around The Globe Without Knowing It.

We Have Produced Some Good Walkers And Saunterers, And Some Noted Climbers; But As A Staple Recreation, As A Daily Practice, The Mass Of The People Dislike And Despise Walking.

There Is Hardly A Man On Earth Who Will Take Advice Unless He Is Certain That It Is Positively Bad.

One May Summon His Philosophy When They Are Beaten In Battle, Not Till Then.

In New York And New England The Sap Starts Up In The Sugar Maple The Very Day The Bluebird Arrives, And Sugar-making Begins Forthwith. The Bird Is Generally A Mere Disembodied Voice; A Rumor In The Air For Two Or Three Days Before It Takes Visible Shape Before You.

O Bluebird, Welcome Back Again, Thy Azure Coat And Ruddy Vest, Are Hues That April Loveth Best.

Every Walk To The Woods Is A Religious Rite, Every Bath In The Stream Is A Saving Ordinance. Communion Service Is At All Hours, And The Bread And Wine Are From The Heart And Marrow Of Mother Earth.

The Sunbeams Are Welcome Now. They Seem Like Pure Electricity—like Friendly And Recuperating Lightning. Are We Led To Think Electricity Abounds Only In Summer, When We See In The Storm-clouds As It Were, The Veins And Ore-beds Of It? I Imagine It Is Equally Abundant In Winter, And More Equable And Better Tempered. Who Ever Breasted A Snowstorm Without Being Excited And Exhilarated, As If This Meteor Had Come Charged With Latent Auroræ Of The North, As Doubtless It Has? It Is Like Being Pelted With Sparks From A Battery.

The Deeper Our Insight Into The Methods Of Nature . . . The More Incredible The Popular Christianity Seems To Us.

All Sounds Are Sharper In Winter; The Air Transmits Better. At Night I Hear More Distinctly The Steady Roar Of The North Mountain. In Summer It Is A Sort Of Complacent Purr, As The Breezes Stroke Down Its Sides; But In Winter Always The Same Low, Sullen Growl.

One May Return To The Place Of His Birth, He Cannot Go Back To His Youth.

Some Scenes You Juggle Two Balls, Some Scenes You Juggle Three Balls, Some Scenes You Can Juggle Five Balls. The Key Is Always To Speak In Your Own Voice. Speak The Truth. That's Acting 101. Then You Start Putting Layers On Top Of That.

Before The Bud Swells, Before The Grass Springs, Before The Plough Is Started, Comes The Sugar Harvest. It Is Sequel Of The Bitter Frost; A Sap Run Is The Sweet Goodbye Of Winter.