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Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau

Profession: Author
Nationality: American

The language of Friendship is not words, but meanings. Henry David Thoreau

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Truths and roses have thorns about them.

I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least—and it is commonly more than that—sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements.

I would fain keep sober always; and there are infinite degrees of drunkenness.

The impression made on a wise man is that of universal innocence. Poison is not poisonous after all, nor are any wounds fatal. Compassion is a very untenable ground. It must be expeditious. Its pleadings will not bear to be stereotyped.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

How many things there are concerning which we might well deliberate whether we had better know them.

I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.

Let men cultivate the moral affections, lead manly independent lives; let them make riches the means and not the end of existence, and we shall hear no more of the commercial spirit. . . . This curious world which we inhabit is more wonderful than it is convenient; more beautiful than it is useful; it is more to be admired and enjoyed than used.

It is difficult to begin without borrowing, but perhaps it is the most generous course thus to permit your fellow-men to have an interest in your enterprise. The owner of the axe, as he released his hold on it, said that it was the apple of his eye; but I returned it sharper than I received it.

I observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger, nearly half an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

I was never molested by any person but those who represented the State.

Two thousand summers have imparted to the monuments of Grecian literature, as to her marbles, only a maturer golden and autumnal tint, for they have carried their own serene and celestial atmosphere into all lands to protect them against the corrosion of time.

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.