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11-16-50. What shall we do with a man who is afraid of the woods, their solitude and darkness? What salvation is there for him? God is silent and mysterious.
Posted by: Jim G. | July 10, 2010 at 10:39 PM
As the afternoons grow shorter, and the early evening drives us home to complete our chores, we are reminded of the shortness of life, and become more pensive, at least in the twilight of the year. We are prompted to make haste and finish our work before the night comes. I leaned over a rail in the twilight on the Walden road, waited for the evening mail to be distributed, when such thoughts visited me. I seemed to recognize the November evening as a familiar thing come round again, and yet I could hardly tell whether I had ever known it or only divined it. The November twilights just begun! It appeared like part of a panorama at which I sat spectator, a part with which I was perfectly familiar just coming into view, and I foresaw how it would look and roll along, and prepared to be pleased. -- November 1, 1858
Posted by: Geoff Wisner | July 09, 2010 at 11:52 PM
March 27, 1855
6:30 A. M. - To Island. The ducks sleep these nights in the shallowest water which does not freeze, and there may be found early in the morning. I think that they prefer that part of the shore which is permanently covered. Snow last evening, about one inch deep, and now it [is] fair and somewhat warmer. Again I see the tracks of rabbits, squirrels, etc. It would be a good time this forenoon to examine the tracks of woodchucks and see what they are about.
Posted by: Ella | July 09, 2010 at 07:55 PM
"It is the love of virtue makes us young ever - That is the fountain of youth"
July 16, 1851
Posted by: Justin | July 09, 2010 at 09:01 AM
Perfect sincerity and transparency make a great part of beauty,as in dewdrops, lakes, and diamonds.
- June 20, 1840
Posted by: Ali | June 25, 2010 at 02:48 PM
"Man is the artificer of his own happiness."
-Journal, January 21, 1838
Posted by: Tyler | June 19, 2010 at 01:09 AM
"The question is not what you look at, but what you see."
August 5, 1851
Posted by: Ian Wolcott | June 16, 2010 at 07:52 PM
August 30, 1856
It is in vain to dream of a wildness distant from ourselves.
Posted by: Mark Nigara | June 15, 2010 at 11:51 AM
6-23-52, how he uses his hat for a botany box, and how it's better when after a bath.
Posted by: Matthew | June 08, 2010 at 03:19 PM
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Henry David Thoreau, Journal, July 25, 1839
Posted by: Jessica Moon | June 08, 2010 at 02:43 PM