We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bone. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Though the hen should sit all day, she could lay only one egg, and, besides, would not have picked up materials for… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
In the meanest are all the materials of manhood, only they are not rightly disposed. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The boy gathers materials for a temple, and then when he is thirty, concludes to build a woodshed. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The strongest wind cannot stagger a Spirit; it is a Spirit's breath. A just man's purpose cannot be split on any Grampus… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Surely, we are provided with senses as well fitted to penetrate the spaces of the real, the substantial, the eternal, as these… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
To one who habitually endeavors to contemplate the true state of things, the political state can hardly be said to have any… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
In how few words, for instance, the Greeks would have told the story of Abelard and Heloise, making but a sentence of… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“One farmer says to me, 'You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make bones with;' and so… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
How far men go for the material of their houses! The inhabitants of the most civilized cities, in all ages, send into… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
If we will admit time into our thoughts at all, the mythologies, those vestiges of ancient poems, wrecks of poems, so to… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
This fond reiteration of the oldest expressions of truth by the latest posterity, content with slightly and religiously retouchingthe old material, is… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
In the wildest nature, there is not only the material of the most cultivated life, and a sort of anticipation of the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Life consists with Wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him. One who pressed… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
It is now many years that men have resorted to the forest for fuel and the materials of the arts: the New… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
If ever I did a man any goodof course it was something exceptional and insignificant compared with the good or evil which I am… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Men say they know many things; But lo! they have taken wings, — The arts and sciences, And a thousand appliances; The wind that… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or back gammon, with a slight moral tinge to it, a playing with right and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“This spending of the best part of one's life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
As for doing good; that is one of the professions which is full. Moreover I have tried it fairly and, strange as it may… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
A traveler who looks at things with an impartial eye may see what the oldest inhabitant has not observed. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
In proportion as our inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post office. You may depend on it, that the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The still youthful energies of the globe have only to be directed in their proper channel. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Concord's little arch does not span all our fate, nor is what transpires under it law for the universe. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
