For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no pape — John Burroughs
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For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.

— John Burroughs
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