I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.
Henry David ThoreauAs I love nature, as I love singing birds, and gleaming stubble, and flowing rivers, and morning and evening, and summer and winter, I love thee, my Friend.
Henry David ThoreauLaw never made men a whit more just; and, by means of their respect for it, even the well-disposed are daily made the agents of injustice.
Henry David Thoreau