A township where one primitive forest waves above while another primitive forest rots below,--such a town is fitted to raise not only corn and potatoes, but poets and philosophers for the coming ages. In such a soil grew Homer and Confucius and the rest, and out of such a wilderness comes the Reformer eating locusts and wild honey.
Henry David ThoreauI have been breaking silence these twenty-three years and have hardly made a rent in it.
Henry David ThoreauIf anything ail a man, so that he does not perform his functions, if he have a pain in his bowels even,- for that is the seat of sympathy,-he forthwith sets about reforming the world.
Henry David ThoreauEvents, circumstances, etc., have their origin in ourselves. They spring from seeds which we have sown.
Henry David Thoreau