In the woods we return to reason and faith.
We believe that the defects of so many perverse and so many frivolous people, who make up society, are organic, and society is a hospital of incurables.
We judge others by their actions but we judge ourselves by our intensions.
'Tis a superstition to insist on a special diet. All is made at last of the same chemical atoms.
A strong person makes the law and custom null before his own will.
Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.