Before the land rose out of the ocean, and became dry land, chaos reigned; and between high and low water mark, where she is partially disrobed and rising, a sort of chaos reigns still, which only anomalous creatures can inhabit.
Henry David ThoreauBut the divinest poem, or the life of a great man, is the severest satire.... The greater the genius, the keener the edge of the satire.
Henry David ThoreauWhat stuff is the man made of who is not coexistent in our thought with the purest and sublimest truth?
Henry David Thoreau