Thus men will lie on their backs, talking about the fall of man, and never make an effort to get up.
Henry David ThoreauThe moles nested in my cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even there of some hair left after plastering and of brown paper; for even the wildest animals love comfort and warmth as well as man, and they survive the winter only because they are so careful to secure them.
Henry David ThoreauThere is always some accident in the best things, whether thoughts or expressions or deeds. The memorable thought, the happy expression, the admirable deed are only partly ours.
Henry David Thoreau