I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to Society. But it sometimes happens that I cannot easily shake off the village. The thought of some work will run in my head and I am not where my body is - I am out of my senses. In my walks I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?
Henry David ThoreauIt is the art of mankind to polish the world, and every one who works is scrubbing in some part.
Henry David ThoreauThe world, which the Greeks called Beauty, has been made such by being gradually divested of every ornament which was not fitted to endure.
Henry David Thoreau