Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.
Henry David ThoreauI respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to market, if he could get anything for him; who goes to market for his god as it is; on whose farm nothing grows free, whose fields bear no crops, whose meadows no flowers, whose trees no fruits, but dollars.
Henry David ThoreauWhat a fool he must be who thinks that his El Dorado is anywhere but where he lives.
Henry David ThoreauPerhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.
Henry David Thoreau