With all your science can you tell me how it is, and when it is, that light comes into the soul?
Henry David ThoreauWhat stuff is the man made of who is not coexistent in our thought with the purest and sublimest truth?
Henry David ThoreauLove is no individual's experience; and though we are imperfect mediums, it does not partake of our imperfection; though we are finite, it is infinite and eternal.
Henry David ThoreauAll that is told of the sea has a fabulous sound to an inhabitant of the land and all its products have a certain fabulous quality, as if they belonged to another planet.
Henry David Thoreau