I was born upon thy bank, river, My blood flows in thy stream, And thou meanderest forever, At the bottom of my dream.
Henry David ThoreauIt is a very true and expressive phrase, "He looked daggers at me," for the first pattern and prototype of all daggers must have been a glance of the eye.... It is wonderful how we get about the streets without being wounded by these delicate and glancing weapons, a man can so nimbly whip out his rapier, or without being noticed carry it unsheathed. Yet it is rare that one gets seriously looked at.
Henry David ThoreauAll men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.
Henry David ThoreauShould not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?
Henry David Thoreau