Many have believed that Walden reached quite through to the other side of the globe.
Henry David ThoreauI long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me.
Henry David ThoreauI have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.
Henry David Thoreau