It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or read more

It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or a snorkel.

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.

Nature is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere

Nature is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere

I look upon all creatures equally; none are less dear to me and none more dear. But those who worship read more

I look upon all creatures equally; none are less dear to me and none more dear. But those who worship me with love live in me, and I come to life in them.

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.rn

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.rn

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, read more

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,-- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.

How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of read more

How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?