Our thoughts are epochs in our lives; all else is but as a journal of the winds that blow while we are here.
Henry David ThoreauLet a man take time enough for the most trivial deed, though it be but the paring of his nails. The buds swell imperceptibly, without hurry or confusion,--as if the short spring days were an eternity.
Henry David ThoreauSo far as my experience goes, travelers generally exaggerate the difficulties of the way. Like most evil, the difficulty is imaginary; for what's the hurry?
Henry David Thoreau