It is in vain to dream of a wildness distant from ourselves. There is none such. It is the bog in our brains and bowels, the primitive vigor of Nature in us, that inspires that dream. I shall never find in the wilds of Labrador a greater wildness than in some recess of Concord.
Henry David ThoreauBooks are for the most part willfully and hastily written, as parts of a system to supply a want real or imagined.
Henry David Thoreau