Love is the profoundest of secrets. Divulged, even to the beloved, it is no longer Love. As if it were merely I that loved you. When love ceases, then it is divulged.
Henry David ThoreauA stranger may easily detect what is strange to the oldest inhabitant, for the strange is his province.
Henry David ThoreauI do not see why the schoolmaster should be taxed to support the priest, and not the priest the schoolmaster.
Henry David Thoreau