The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.
Henry David ThoreauThe pleasures of the intellect are permanent, the pleasures of the heart are transitory.
Henry David ThoreauAlas! how little does the memory of these human inhabitants enhance the beauty of the landscape!
Henry David ThoreauIt's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see - i.e. compare it to, something worse or better, that determines whether you are respectively grateful and happy or ungrateful and bitter.
Henry David Thoreau