Is it the lumberman, then, who is the friend and lover of the pine, stands nearest to it, and understands its nature best? Is it the tanner who has barked it, or he who has boxed it for turpentine, whom posterity will fable to have been changed into a pine at last? No! no! it is the poet: he it is who makes the truest use of the pine-who does not fondle it with an axe, nor tickle it with a saw, nor stroke it with a plane. . . .
Henry David ThoreauNature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution.
Henry David ThoreauIt requires nothing less than a chivalric feeling to sustain a conversation with a lady.
Henry David Thoreau