This is one of those instances in which the individual genius is found to consent, as indeed it always does, at last, with the universal.
Henry David ThoreauIt is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.
Henry David ThoreauIn August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs.
Henry David Thoreau