How many a poor immortal soul I have met well-nigh crushed and smothered under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it [an oversized home].
Henry David ThoreauThe Artist is he who detects and applies the law from observation of the works of Genius, whether of man or Nature. The Artisan is he who merely applies the rules which others have detected.
Henry David ThoreauThe life of a wise man is most of all extemporaneous, for he lives out of an eternity which includes all time.
Henry David Thoreau