No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth. This alone wears well.
Henry David ThoreauI trust that some may be as near and dear to Buddha, or Christ, or Swedenborg, who are without the pale of their churches.
Henry David ThoreauThe imagination, give it the least license, dives deeper and soars higher than Nature goes.
Henry David ThoreauWhat other words, we may almost ask, are memorable and worthy to be repeated than those which love has inspired? It is wonderful that they were ever uttered. They are few and rare indeed, but, like a strain of music, they are incessantly repeated and modulated by the memory. All other words crumble off with the stucco which overlies the heart. We should not dare to repeat these now aloud. We are not competent to hear them at all times.
Henry David Thoreau