The volatile truth of our words should continually betray the inadequacy of the residual statement.
Henry David ThoreauI love my friends very much, but I find that it is of no use to go to see them. I hate them commonly when I am near them. They belie themselves and deny me continually.
Henry David ThoreauWhen our life ceases to be inward and private, conversation degenerates into mere gossip.
Henry David ThoreauIt seemed to me that man himself was like a half-emptied bottle of pale ale, which Time had drunk so far, yet stoppled tight for a while, and drifting about in the ocean of circumstances, but destined ere-long to mingle with the surrounding waves, or be spilled amid the sands of a distant shore.
Henry David Thoreau