Faith never makes a confession.
What stuff is the man made of who is not coexistent in our thought with the purest and sublimest truth?
Simplicity is the law of nature for men as well as for flowers.
For hours, in fall days, I watched the ducks cunningly tack and veer and hold the middle of the pond, far from the sportsman;... but what beside safety they got by sailing in the middle of Walden I do not know, unless they love its water for the same reason that I do.
I was determined to know beans.
It required some rudeness to disturb with our boat the mirror-like surface of the water, in which every twig and blade of grass was so faithfully reflected; too faithfully indeed for art to imitate, for only Nature may exaggerate herself.