Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience

This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre.

One generation abandons the enterprises of another like stranded vessels.

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

The portionless, who struggle with no such unnecessary inherited encumbrances, find it labor enough to subdue and cultivate a few cubic feet of flesh.