How wholesome winter is, seen far or near; how good, above all mere sentimental, warm-blooded, short-lived, soft-hearted, moral goodness, commonly so called. Give me the goodness which has forgotten its own deeds,--which God has seen to be good, and let be.
Henry David ThoreauOur vices always lie in the direction of our virtues, and in their best estate are but plausible imitations of the latter.
Henry David Thoreau