A bore is someone who takes away my solitude and doesn't give me companionship in return.

The sea, vast and wild as it is, bears thus the waste and wrecks of human art to its remotest shore. There is no telling what it may not vomit up.

The West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild, and what I have been preparing to say is, that in Wildness is the preservation of the World

What is sour in the house a bracing walk in the woods makes sweet.

It is the art of mankind to polish the world, and every one who works is scrubbing in some part.

I wish to learn what life has to teach, and not, when I come to die, discover that I have not truly lived.

Unless the human race perspire more than I do, there is no occasion to live by the sweat of their brow. If men cannot get on without money (the smallest amount will suffice), the truest method of earning it is by working as a laborer at one dollar per day. You are least dependent so; I speak as an expert, having used several kinds of labor.