I came from a race of fishers; trout streams gurgled about the roots of my family tree.
John BurroughsMounting toward the upland again, I pause reverently, as the hush and stillness of twilight come upon the woods. It is the sweetest, ripest hour of the day. And as the hermit's evening hymn goes up from the deep solitude below me, I experience that serene exaltation of sentiment of which music, literature, and religion are but the faint types and symbols.
John BurroughsScience makes no claim to infallibility; it leaves that claim to be made by theologians.
John Burroughs