We are not what we are, nor do we treat or esteem each other for such, but for what we are capable of being.
Henry David ThoreauOnly nature has a right to grieve perpetually, for she only is innocent. Soon the ice will melt, and the blackbirds sing along the river which he frequented, as pleasantly as ever. The same everlasting serenity will appear in this face of God, and we will not be sorrowful, if he is not.
Henry David ThoreauAlas! how little does the memory of these human inhabitants enhance the beauty of the landscape!
Henry David Thoreau