My wife determined that my genius should prevail, and that my final success as an ornithologist should be triumphant.
John James AudubonRead
The Fur Company may be called the exterminating medium of these wild and almost uninhabitable regions, which cupidity or the love of money alone would induce man to venture into. Where can I now go and find nature undisturbed?
Interpretation
Audubon reflects on the destruction of nature driven by greed and the diminishing places where one can find untouched wilderness.
In this quote, John James Audubon expresses a deep concern for the natural world, highlighting how the pursuit of wealth leads to the exploitation and degradation of wild and pristine areas. He laments the loss of untouched landscapes, suggesting that the greed for profit is destroying the beauty and serenity of nature, leaving one to wonder where such untouched environments still exist.
In practice
During a speech on environmental conservation, one might quote Audubon to emphasize the impact of human greed on nature.
My wife determined that my genius should prevail, and that my final success as an ornithologist should be triumphant.
The best recommendation I can have is my own talents, and the fruits of my own labors, and what others will not do for me, I will try and do for myself.
As I grew up I was fervently desirous of becoming acquainted with Nature.
But Hopes are Shy Birds flying at a great distance seldom reached by the best of Guns.
Ah! How often when I have been abroad on the mountains has my heart risen in grateful praise to God that it was not my destiny to waste and pine among those noisome congregations of the city.
One day I caught four Dolphins, how much I have gazed at these beautiful creatures... as they changed their hue in twenty varieties of richest arrangement of tints.
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
Dublin dwindles so beautifully; there is no harsh separation between it and the country. It fades away, whereas London seems to devour the country; an army of buildings come and take away a beautiful park, and you never seem to get quite out of sight of a row of houses.
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
It is odd that we have so little relationship with nature, with the insects and the leaping frog and the owl that hoots among the hills calling for its mate. We never seem to have a feeling for all living things on the earth.
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
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