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.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, read more

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

Nothing is rich but the inexhaustible wealth of nature. She shows us only surfaces, but she is a million fathoms read more

Nothing is rich but the inexhaustible wealth of nature. She shows us only surfaces, but she is a million fathoms deep.

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a read more

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.

The ignorant man marvels at the exceptional; the wise man marvels at the common; the greatest wonder of all is read more

The ignorant man marvels at the exceptional; the wise man marvels at the common; the greatest wonder of all is the regularity of nature.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology read more

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.

Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.

Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the read more

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?