Henry David Thoreau

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-.

This life is not for complaint, but for satisfaction

This life is not for complaint, but for satisfaction

All perception of truth is the detection of an analogy.

All perception of truth is the detection of an analogy.

That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.

That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.

The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day.

The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day.