The world is but a canvas to the imagination.
Henry David Thoreau
Some suggestions for you :
Is not the poet bound to write his own biography? Is there any other work for him but a good journal? We do not wish to know how his imaginary hero, but how he, the actual hero, lived from day to day.
There never was and is not likely soon to be a nation of philosophers, nor am I certain it is desirable that there should be.
The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated.
One may be drunk with love without being any nearer to finding his mate...Love must be as much a light as a flame.
We cannot conceive of a greater difference than between the life of one man and that of another.
There are thousands who are in opinion opposed to slavery and to the war, who yet in effect do nothing to put an end to them; who, esteeming themselves children of Washington and Franklin, sit down with their hands in their pockets, and say that they know not what to do, and do nothing.
Nations are possessed with an insane ambition to perpetuate the memory of themselves by the amount of hammered stone they leave.
There is a difference between eating and drinking for strength and from mere gluttony.
I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up.
Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves.
It is not worth the while to let our imperfections disturb us always.
One large bundle held their all—bed, coffee-mill, looking-glass, hens—all but the cat; she took to the woods and became a wild cat, and, as I learned afterward, trod in a trap set for woodchucks, and so became a dead cat at last.