Our manners have been corrupted by communication with the saints. Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring Him forever. One would say that even the prophets and redeemers had rather consoled the fears than confirmed the hopes of man. There is nowhere recorded a simple and irrepressible satisfaction with the gift of life, any memorable praise of God.
Henry David ThoreauSo our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.
Henry David ThoreauWhen you travel to the Celestial City, carry no letter of introduction. When you knock, ask to see God,--none of the servants.
Henry David ThoreauYou must ascend a mountain to learn your relation to matter, and so to your own body, for it is at home there, though you are not.
Henry David Thoreau