In 1848, Thoreau went to jail for refusing, as a protest against the Mexican war, to pay his poll tax. When RW Emerson came to bail him out, Emerson said, 'Henry, what are you doing in there?' Thoreau quietly replied, 'Ralph, what are you doing out there?'

He who owns little is little owned.

You boast of spending a tenth part of your income in charity; may be you should spend the nine tenths so, and done with it.

Woe be to the generation that lets any higher faculty in its midst go unemployed.

Morning glory is the best name, it always refreshes me to see it.

How can you expect the birds to sing when their groves are cut down?

The poet is no tender slip of fairy stock, who requires peculiar institutions and edicts for his defense, but the toughest son ofearth and of Heaven, and by his greater strength and endurance his fainting companions will recognize the God in him. It is the worshipers of beauty, after all, who have done the real pioneer work of the world.