Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreauwas an American essayist, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, and historian. A leading transcendentalist, Thoreau is best known for his book Walden, a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and his essay Resistance to Civil Government, an argument for disobedience to an unjust state...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth12 July 1817
CountryUnited States of America
eye jewels body
The eye is the jewel of the body.
wise silly tree
One is wise to cultivate the tree that bears fruit in our soul.
failure men understanding
How few things can a man measure with the tape of his understanding ; How many greater things might he be seeing in the meanwhile.
faults paradise blame
The faultfinder will find faults even in paradise.
night heaven camping
We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven.
home civilization camping
But the place which you have selected for your camp, though never so rough and grim, begins at once to have its attractions, and becomes a very centre of civilization to you: "Home is home, be it never so homely."
summer winter fire
The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season as at another. It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness.
hero men firefighter
The hero is commonly the simplest and obscurest of men.
future fighting shapes
All endeavor calls for the ability to tramp the last mile, shape the last plan, endure the last hours toil. The fight to the finish spirit is the one... characteristic we must posses if we are to face the future as finishers.
giving ifs
If you give money, spend yourself with it.
volunteer brave majority
When were the good and the brave ever in a majority?
love-you hearty
Between whom there is hearty truth there is love....
good-morning stars morning-sun
The sun is but a morning star.
poetry has-beens
My life has been the poem I would have writ, But I could not both live and utter it.