Date: 1854
"They love the soil which makes their graves, but have no sympathy with the spirit which may still animate their clay."
preview | full record— Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Date: 1854
"Patriotism is a maggot in their heads."
preview | full record— Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Date: 1854
"What was the meaning of that South-Sea Exploring Expedition, with all its parade and expense, but an indirect recognition of the fact, that there are continents and seas in the moral world to which every man is an isthmus or an inlet, yet unexplored by him, but that it is easier to sail many tho...
preview | full record— Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Date: 1854
"The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels."
preview | full record— Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Date: 1854
"While England endeavors to cure the potato-rot, will not any endeavor to cure the brain-rot, which prevails so much more widely and fatally?"
preview | full record— Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Date: 1854
"And now he saw by the heap of shavings still fresh at his feet, that, for him and his work, the former lapse of time had been an illusion, and that no more time had elapsed than is required for a single scintillation from the brain of Brahma to fall on and inflame the tinder of a mortal brain."
preview | full record— Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Date: 1855
"This is the tasteless water of souls .... this the true sustenance."
preview | full record— Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)
Date: 1858
"His faculties were so well balanced and combined, that his constitution, free from excess, was tempered evenly with all the elements of activity, and his mind resembled a well-ordered commonwealth."
preview | full record— Bancroft, George (1800-1891)
Date: 1862
"Successful minds work like a gimlet -- to a single point."
preview | full record— Christian Nestell Bovee (1820-1904)
Date: 1865
"Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul, / With the holders holding my hand, nearing the call of the bird, / There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim."
preview | full record— Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)