I was born upon thy bank, river, My blood flows in thy stream, And thou meanderest forever, At the bottom of my dream.
Henry David ThoreauI quietly declare war with the State, after my fashion, though I will still make use and get advantage of her as I can, as is usual in such cases.
Henry David ThoreauWhen we walk, we naturally go to the fields and woods: what would become of us, if we walked only in a garden or a mall?
Henry David Thoreau