Translate a book a dozen times from one language to another, and what becomes of its style? Most books would be worn out and disappear in this ordeal. The pen which wrote it is soon destroyed, but the poem survives.
Henry David ThoreauPhilosophy, having crept clinging to the rocks so far, puts out its feelers many ways in vain.
Henry David ThoreauThe indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature,-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!
Henry David Thoreau