My spirits infallibly rise in proportion to the outward dreariness. Give me the ocean, the desert, or the wilderness!
Henry David ThoreauNo man's thoughts are new, but the style of their expression is the never-failing novelty which cheers and refreshes men. If we were to answer the question, whether the mass of men, as we know them, talk as the standard authors and reviewers write, or rather as this man writes, we should say that he alone begins to write their language at all.
Henry David Thoreau