Live free, child of the mist,- and with respect to knowledge we are allchildren of the mist.

Many have believed that Walden reached quite through to the other side of the globe.

It is the art of mankind to polish the world, and every one who works is scrubbing in some part.

How often, when we have been nearest each other bodily, have we really been farthest off! Our tongues were the witty foils with which we fenced each other off.

Be assured that every man's success is in proportion to his average ability. The meadow flowers spring and bloom where the watersannually deposit their slime, not where they reach in some freshet only. A man is not his hope, nor his despair, nor yet his past deed. We know not yet what we have done, still less what we are doing. Wait till evening, and other parts of our day's work will shine than we had thought at noon, and we shall discover the real purport of our toil. As when the farmer has reached the end of the furrow and looks back, he can tell best where the pressed earth shines most.

Methinks my own soul must be a bright invisible green.

The meeting of two eternities, the past and future....is precisely the present moment.