Books can only reveal us to ourselves, and as often as they do us this service we lay them aside.
Henry David ThoreauTime is like a handful of sand - the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers.
Henry David ThoreauI believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail. Let this be righted, let the spring come to him, the morning rise over his couch, and he will forsake his generous companions without apology.
Henry David Thoreau