Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. |
How about 'Walden'? |
How can they expect a harvest of thought who have not had the seed time of character. |
How could youths better learn to live than by once trying the experiment of living? Methinks this would educate their minds as much as mathematics |
How does it become a man to behave towards the American government today? I answer, that he cannot without disgrace be associated with it. |
How earthy old people become -moldy as the grave! Their wisdom smacks of the earth. There is no foretaste of immortality in it. They remind me of earthworms and mole crickets. |
How full of the creative genius is the air in which these (snowflakes) are generated. I should hardly admire them more if real stars fell and lodged on my coat. |
How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book! The book exists for us, perchance, that will explain our miracles and reveal new ones. The at present unutterable things we may find somewhere uttered. |
How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book. |
How novel and original must be each new mans view of the universe - for though the world is so old - and so many books have been written - each object appears wholly undescribed to our experience - each field of thought wholly unexplored - The whole |
How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual friends, that we may go and meet their ideal cousins |
How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual friends. |
How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. |
However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me, but a spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it, and that is no more I than it is you. When the play, it may be the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way. It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only, so far as he was concerned. |
However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not bad... it looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults, even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may have perhaps so |