I rejoice that there are owls. Let them do the idiotic and maniacal hooting for men.
Henry David Thoreau
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
We hate the kindness which we understand.
Our village life would stagnate if it were not for the unexplored forests and meadows that surround it. We need the tonic of wildness...
Humility, like the darkness, reveals the heavenly lights.
The thoughtful man becomes a hermit in the thoroughfares of the marketplace.
The doctors are all agreed that I am suffering from want of society. Was never a case like it. First, I did not know that I was suffering at all. Secondly, as an Irishman might say, I had thought it was indigestion of the society I got.
But why not even by their power of abstract thought, that nations should seek to commemorate themselves?
Not only must we be good, but we must also be good for something.