When it is time to die, let us not discover that we never lived.

Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau

Profession: Author
Nationality: American

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I am grateful for what I am and have. My Thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing to definite - only a sense of existence.

The fibers of all things have their tension and are strained like the strings of an instrument.

I was determined to know beans.

It is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal—that is your success.

The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them.

It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves...The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men and so with the paths which the mind travels.

Most men are satisfied if they read or hear read, and perchance have been convicted by the wisdom of one good book, the Bible, and for the rest of their lives vegetate and dissipate their faculties in what is called easy reading.

If a man doesn't keep pace with his companions, perhaps it's because he hears a different drummer.

If misery loves company, misery has company enough.

For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak, But only thinks and does; Though surely out 'twill leak Without the help of Greek, Or any tongue.

There is no value in life except what you choose to place upon it and no happiness in any place except what you bring to it yourself.

As to conforming outwardly and living your own life inwardly, I do not think much of that.

Bankruptcy and repudiation are the spring-boards from which much of our civilization vaults and turns its somersets, but the savage stands on the unelastic plank of famine.