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“I am not always aware myself how much pleasure I have had in a walk till I try to share it with my reader. The heat of composition brings out the color and the flavor. We must not forget the illusions of all art. If my reader thinks he does not get from Nature what I get from her, let me remind him that he can hardly know what he has got till he defines it to himself as I do, and throws about it the witchery of words. Literature does not grow wild in the woods. Every artist does something more than copy Nature; more comes out in his account than goes into the original experience.”
― John Burroughs, Wake-Robin

“Literature does not grow wild in the woods. Every artist does something more than copy Nature; more comes out in his account than goes into the original experience.”
― John Burroughs, Wake-Robin

“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.

To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and
the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk
or an evening saunter...to be thrilled by the stars at night;
to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring—
these are some of the rewards of the simple life.

The most precious things of life are near at hand, without
money and without price. Each of you has the whole
wealth of the universe at your very door. All that I ever
had, and still have, may be yours by stretching forth your
hand and taking it.”
― John Burroughs

“It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.

She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.

And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.

But there is no other way.
The river can not go back.

Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.

The river needs to take the risk
of entering the ocean
because only then will fear disappear,
because that’s where the river will know
it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,
but of becoming the ocean.”
― Osho, Beyond Enlightenment