
The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861

Poetry implies the whole truth. Philosophy expresses a particle of it.
Henry David Thoreau, Damion Searls, • The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861
The really efficient laborer will be found not to crowd his day with work, but will saunter to his task surrounded by a wide halo of ease and leisure. There will be a wide margin for relaxation to his day. He is only earnest to secure the kernels of time, and does not exaggerate the value of the husk. Why should the hen set all day? She can lay but
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My prickles or smoothness are as much a quality of your hand as of myself. I cannot tell you what I am, more than a ray of the summer’s sun. What I am I am, and say not. Being is the great explainer.
Henry David Thoreau, Damion Searls, • The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861
Certainly it is a distinct profession to rescue from oblivion and to fix the sentiments and thoughts which visit all men more or less generally, that the contemplation of the unfinished picture may suggest its harmonious completion. Associate reverently and as much as you can with your loftiest thoughts. Each thought that is welcomed and recorded
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It is wise to write on many subjects, to try many themes, that so you may find the right and inspiring one. Be greedy of occasions to express your thought. Improve the opportunity to draw analogies.
Henry David Thoreau, Damion Searls, • The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861
Two Paradises are in one, To live in Paradise alone. MARVELL, The Garden.
Henry David Thoreau, Damion Searls, • The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861
Water is so much more fine and sensitive an element than earth. A single boatman passing up or down unavoidably shakes the whole of a wide river, and disturbs its every reflection.
Henry David Thoreau, Damion Searls, • The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861
Minott is, perhaps, the most poetical farmer—who most realizes to me the poetry of the farmer’s life—that I know. He does nothing with haste and drudgery, but as if he loved it. He makes the most of his labor, and takes infinite satisfaction in every part of it. He is not looking forward to the sale of his crops or any pecuniary profit, but he is
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It matters not whether they visit my mind or yours,—only that it come from heaven. A meteorological journal of the mind. You shall observe what occurs in your latitude, I in mine.