Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.
Henry David ThoreauThe fibers of all things have their tension and are strained like the strings of an instrument.
Henry David ThoreauShow me a man who feels bitterly toward John Brown, and let me hear what noble verse he can repeat. He'll be as dumb as if his lips were stone.
Henry David Thoreau