The incessant anxiety and strain of some is a well-nigh incurable form of disease. We are made to exaggerate the importance of what we do; and yet how much is not done by us!
Henry David ThoreauAlas! how little does the memory of these human inhabitants enhance the beauty of the landscape!
Henry David ThoreauHow many things are now at loose ends! Who knows which way the wind will blow tomorrow?
Henry David ThoreauAs polishing expresses the vein in marble, and grain in wood, so music brings out what of heroic lurks anywhere. The hero is the sole patron of music.
Henry David ThoreauIn winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are halfconcealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.... We enjoy now, not an Oriental, but a Boreal leisure, around warm stoves and fireplaces, and watch the shadow of motes in the sunbeams.
Henry David Thoreau