
Walden (Illustrated)

I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.
Henry David Thoreau • Walden (Illustrated)
made aware of the presence of something kindred to me, even in scenes which we are accustomed to call wild and dreary, and also that the nearest of blood to me and humanest was not a person nor a villager, that I thought no place could ever be strange to me again. "Mourning untimely consumes the sad; Few are their days in the land of the livin
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solitude; and hence he wonders how the student can sit alone in the house all night and most of the day without ennui and "the blues"; but he does not realize that the student, though in the house, is still at work in his field, and chopping in his woods, as the farmer in his, and in turn seeks the same
Henry David Thoreau • Walden (Illustrated)
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging
Henry David Thoreau • Walden (Illustrated)
There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dulness. I need only
Henry David Thoreau • Walden (Illustrated)
memorable is accomplished. Instead of singing like the birds, I silently smiled at my incessant good fortune. As the sparrow had its trill, sitting on the hickory before my door, so had I my chuckle or suppressed warble which he might hear out of my
Henry David Thoreau • Walden (Illustrated)
of men again. But now I had made my home by the shore. Sometimes, after staying in a village parlor till the family had all retired, I have returned to the woods, and, partly with a view to the next day's dinner, spent the hours of midnight fishing from a boat by moonlight, serenaded by owls and foxes, and hearing, from time to time, the creaking n
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which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end, an end which it was already but too easy to arrive at; as railroads lead to Boston or New York. We are in great
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Confucius says truly, "Virtue does not remain as an abandoned orphan; it must of necessity have neighbors."