Thus was my first year's life in the woods completed; and the second year was similar to it. I finally left Walden September 6th,1847.

If we dealt only with the false and dishonest, we should at last forget how to speak truth.

All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.

The poet is no tender slip of fairy stock, who requires peculiar institutions and edicts for his defense, but the toughest son ofearth and of Heaven, and by his greater strength and endurance his fainting companions will recognize the God in him. It is the worshipers of beauty, after all, who have done the real pioneer work of the world.

None can lead this life who are not almost amphibious.

Nations are possessed with an insane ambition to perpetuate the memory of themselves by the amount of hammered stone they leave. What if equal pains were taken to smooth and polish their manners?

The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.