Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it. |
Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only |
Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only. Money is not required to buy one necessity of the soul. |
Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary. |
Talk about slavery! It is not the peculiar institution of the South. It exists wherever men are bought and sold, wherever a man allows himself to be made a mere thing or a tool, and surrenders his inalienable rights of reason and conscience. Indeed, this slavery is more complete than that which enslaves the body alone... I never yet met with, or heard of, a judge who was not a slave of this kind, and so the finest and most unfailing weapon of injustice. He fetches a slightly higher price than the black men only because he is a more valuable slave. |
Talk of mysteries! Think of our life in Nature- daily to be shown matter, To come in contact with it- rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks. The solid earth! . . . |
Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth. |
That devilish Iron Horse, whose ear-rending neigh is heard throughout the town, has muddied the Boiling Spring with his foot, and he it is that has browsed off all the woods on Walden shore, that Trojan horse, with a thousand men in his belly, introduced by mercenary Greeks! Where is the country's champion, the Moore of Moore Hall, to meet him at the Deep Cut and thrust an avenging lance between the ribs of the bloated pest? |
That government is best which governs least. |
That government is best which governs the least, because its people discipline themselves. |
That man is richest whose pleasures are cheapest |
That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest. |
That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another s. We see so much only as we possess. |
Thaw with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other breaks into pieces. |
The art of life, of a poet's life, is, not having anything to do, to do something |