Pastoral Resources

As much as I converse with sages and heroes, they have very little of my love and admiration. I long for rural and domestic scene, for the warbling of birds and the prattling of my children.

It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.

It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

Make no mistake about it. These are not 'kookie' birds. Right now the greatest player, the big tent on the political scene in America, is called the Tea Party movement.

I can scarcely manage to scribble a tolerable English letter. I know that I am not a scholar, but meantime I am aware that no man living knows better than I do the habits of our birds.

But hopes are Shy Birds flying at a great distance seldom reached by the best of Guns.

I never for a day gave up listening to the songs of our birds, or watching their peculiar habits, or delineating them in the best way I could.

We go fish, we also catch fighting fish, looking for birds and it was for kampong people, the paddy field was our the play field for the children.

Birds evolved from a small raptor like theropod.

Feathers predate birds.

It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you.

I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

Turkeys, quails, and small birds, are here to be seen; but birds are not numerous in desart forests; they draw near to the habitations of men, as I have constantly observed in all my travels.

Some tribes of birds will relieve and rear up the young and helpless, of their own and other tribes, when abandoned.

Animal substance seems to be the first food of all birds, even the granivorous tribes.

There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.

The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing.

I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.

Be grateful for luck. Pay the thunder no mind - listen to the birds. And don't hate nobody.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.