What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
acquaintance Alcott asked bayberry wax beauty brave brother Channing College coming Concord death electrotypers Emer Emerson wrote eyes Fairhaven father felt fishes friend Emerson friendly garden give graphite hand happy Harper's Ferry Harvard College hear Heaven Henry Thoreau Henry's hills Hosmer human John Brown John Thoreau journal kind kindly knew later lead living looked Lowell meadows morning mother Nature neighbour never night Nineveh once pass pencil mill perhaps persons pine pleasant poet pupils quiet reau reau's Ricketson river Rob Roy Robin Hood scholar seemed sister slave society song soon spermaceti spirit Staples Staten Island story strong talk tell Theodore Parker things Thor Thoreau wrote thought told town verses village Walden Walden house Walden road walk wild woods writes young youth
Page 119 - I learned this, at least, by my experiment ; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Page 89 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Page 41 - Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in any thing To do it as for Thee.
Page 42 - Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction — a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the Muse. So will help you God, and so only. Every nail driven should be as another rivet in the machine of the universe, you carrying on the work.
Page 47 - ... society, as most appear to do, I am sure that for me there would be nothing left worth living for. I trust that I shall never thus sell my birthright for a mess of pottage. I wish to suggest that a man may be very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living.
Page 120 - In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost ; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
Page 127 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Page 136 - I cannot count one. I know not the first letter of the alphabet. I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things. I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is necessary. My head is hands and feet. I feel all my best faculties concentrated in it.
Page 144 - Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it ; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.