Henry David Thoreau ( 10 of 165 )
We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.
We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.
Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison.
Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison.
A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.
A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
The highest law gives a thing to him who can use it.
The highest law gives a thing to him who can use it.
Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances read more
Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.
Some circumstantial evidence is very strong, as when you find a trout in milk.
Some circumstantial evidence is very strong, as when you find a trout in milk.
Any man more right than his neighbors, constitutes a majority of one.
Any man more right than his neighbors, constitutes a majority of one.
He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his soul's estate.
He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his soul's estate.
LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and read more
LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
-Henry David Thoreau-.
