Some poems are for holidays only. They are polished and sweet, but it is the sweetness of sugar, and not such as toil gives to sour bread. The breath with which the poet utters his verse must be that by which he lives.
Henry David ThoreauAll the events which make the annals of the nations are but the shadows of our private experiences.
Henry David ThoreauWe communicate like the burrows of foxes, in silence and darkness, under ground. We are undermined by faith and love.
Henry David ThoreauThat so many are ready to live by luck, and so get the means of commanding the labor of others less lucky, without contributing any value to society! And that is called enterprise! I know of no more startling development of the immorality of trade, and all the common modes of getting a living.
Henry David Thoreau