If I am to be a thoroughfare, I prefer that it be of the mountain brooks, the Parnassian streams, and not the town sewers. There is inspiration, that gossip which comes to the ear of the attentive mind from the courts of heaven. There is the profane and stale revelation of the barroom and the police court. The same ear is fitted to receive both communications. Only the character of the hearer determines to which it shall be open, and to which closed.
Henry David ThoreauFame is not just. She never finely or discriminatingly praises, but coarsely hurrahs.
Henry David ThoreauA man had better starve at once than lose his innocence in the process of getting his bread.
Henry David Thoreau