The government of the world I live in was not framed, like that of Britain, in after-dinner conversations over the wine.
Henry David ThoreauWho could believe in the prophecies ... that the world would end this summer, while one milkweed with faith matured its seeds.
Henry David ThoreauA true account of the actual is the rarest poetry, for common sense always takes a hasty and superficial view.
Henry David Thoreau