Happiness comes most to persons who seek it least and think least about it. It is not an object to be sought it is a state to be induced. It must follow and not lead. Furthermore, it must overtake you and not you overtake it.

— John Burroughs

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.

— John Burroughs

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

— John Burroughs

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

— John Burroughs

I am in love with this world... I have tilled its soil, I have gathered its harvest, I have waited upon its seasons, and always have I reaped what I have sown. Furthermore, I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats, to drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.

— John Burroughs

If you think you can do it, you can.

— John Burroughs

I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.

— John Burroughs

I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.

— John Burroughs

I have discovered the secret of happiness - it is work, either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do, the drafts are open, and my chimney draws, and I am happy.

— John Burroughs

In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.

— John Burroughs