Henry David Thoreau ( 10 of 165 )
Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison.
Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
The man who goes out alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other read more
The man who goes out alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready.
Public opinion is a weak tyrant, compared with our private opinion--what a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, read more
Public opinion is a weak tyrant, compared with our private opinion--what a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather indicates his fate.
Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!
Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!
Any man more right than his neighbors, constitutes a majority of one.
Any man more right than his neighbors, constitutes a majority of one.
I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, read more
I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other when they came in contact with the more civilized.
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-.
