Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer.
Henry David ThoreauPhilosophy, having crept clinging to the rocks so far, puts out its feelers many ways in vain.
Henry David ThoreauWe 've wholly forgotten how to die. But be sure you do die nevertheless. Do your work, and finish it. If you know how to begin, you will know when to end.
Henry David Thoreau