An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
Henry David Thoreau
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I quietly declare war with the State, after my fashion, though I will still make use and get advantage of her as I can, as is usual in such cases.
One farmer says to me, ‘You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make bones with;’ and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying his system with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.
The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies. They are the standing army, and the militia, jailers, constables, posse comitatus, etc. In most cases there is no free exercise whatever of the judgment or of the moral sense; but they put themselves on a level with wood and earth and stones; and wooden men can perhaps be manufactured that will serve the purpose as well. Such command no more respect than men of straw or a lump of dirt. They have the same sort of worth only as horses and dogs. Yet such as these even are commonly esteemed good citizens. Others
My facts shall be falsehoods to the common sense. I would so state facts that they shall be significant, shall be myths or mythologies. Facts which the mind perceived, thoughts which the body thought – with these I deal.
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To accept some idea of truth without experiencing it is like a painting of a cake on paper which you can not eat.
While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God’s creation.
What provokes your risibility, Sir? Have I said anything that you understand? Then I ask pardon of the rest of the company.
If it matters, it will hurt like knives or wrap and lift you in the most immeasurable joy. Or both. One thing is certain, you will feel intensely alive.
A good memory and a tongue tied in the middle is a combination which gives immortality to conversation.
It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.
For disappointments, that come not by our own folly, they are the trials or corrections of Heaven: and it is our own fault, if they prove not our advantage.