All these sounds, the crowing of cocks, the baying of dogs, and the hum of insects at noon, are the evidence of nature's health orsound state.
Henry David ThoreauIt is not that we love to be alone, but that we love to soar, and when we do soar, the company grows thinner and thinner until there is none at all. …We are not the less to aim at the summits though the multitude does not ascend them.
Henry David ThoreauOur houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them.
Henry David Thoreau