The indescribable innocence and beneficence of Nature-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter-such health, such cheer, they afford forever! and such sympathy have they ever with our race, that all Nature would be affected, and the sun’s brightness fade, and the winds would sigh humanely, and the clouds rain tears, and the woods shed their leaves and put on mourning in midsummer, if anyone should ever for a just cause grieve. Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself?
Henry David ThoreauTags: nature-thoreau-walden
We should impart our courage, and not our despair, our health and ease, and not our disease, and take care that this does not spread by contagion ...
Henry David ThoreauOne is enough. If you are acquainted with the principle, what do you care for a myriad instances and applications?
Henry David ThoreauThe forcible writer stands bodily behind his words with his experiences. He does not make books out of books, but he has been there in person.
Henry David ThoreauWhat demon possessed me that I behaved so well? You may say the wisest thing you can old man, — you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind,– I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that.
Henry David ThoreauTo the SICK the doctors wisely recommed a change of air and scenery
Henry David ThoreauIt is remarkable that, notwithstanding the universal favor with which the New Testament is outwardly received, and even the bigotry with which it is defended, there is no hospitality shown to, there is no appreciation of, the order of truth with which it deals.
Henry David ThoreauTags: christianity religion new-testament
Shall we always study to obtain more of these things, and not sometimes to be content with less?
Henry David ThoreauI would not have every man nor every part of a man cultivated, anymore than I would have every acre of earth cultivated.
Henry David ThoreauI had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and threw them out the window in disgust.
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