For the most part, the best man's spirit makes a fearful sprite to haunt his grave.
Henry David ThoreauThere is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill.
Henry David ThoreauI grow savager and savager every day, as if fed on raw meat, and my tameness is only the repose of untamableness. I dream of looking abroad summer and winter, with free gaze, from some mountain-side,... to be nature looking into nature with such easy sympathy as the blue-eyed grass in the meadow looks in the face of the sky. From some such recess I would put forth sublime thoughts daily, as the plant puts forth leaves.
Henry David Thoreau