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The dear privacy and retirement and solitude which winter makes possible!
Henry David Thoreauverified·Journal, Volume II: 1850-September 15, 1851 (ed. Bradford Torrey)·December 8, 1850
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The dear privacy and retirement and solitude which winter makes possible!
At death our friends and relations either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart further from us and are forgotten.
Friends are as often brought nearer together as separated by death.
Though my life is low, if my spirit looks upward habitually at an elevated angle, it is as it were redeemed.
Fatal is the discovery that our friend is fallible, that he has prejudices.
How to make the getting our living poetic! for if it is not poetic, it is not life but death that we get.
Having treated my friend ill, I wished to apologize; but, not meeting him, I made an apology to myself.
What signifies the census--this periodical numbering of men--to one who has no friend?
Our thoughts would imply that other men have friends, though we have not.
My most sacred and memorable life is commonly on awaking in the morning.
Now at least the moon is full, and I walk alone, which is best by night, if not by day always.
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours
Our life is frittered away by detail
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation
Nature has taken more care than the fondest parent for the education and refinement of her children.
The doctrines of despair, of spiritual or political tyranny or servitude, were never taught by such as shared the serenity of nature.
To the sick, indeed, nature is sick, but to the well, a fountain of health.
In society you will not find health, but in nature.
Nature will bear the closest inspection; she invites us to lay our eye level with the smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.
Entomology extends the limits of being in a new direction, so that I walk in nature with a sense of greater space and freedom.
There is no short road to the realization of these aspirations.
The worst evil of disregard for some law is that it destroys respect for all law.