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| The bluebird carries the sky on his back. The man is richest whose pleasures are the simplest. The man who goes alone can start today, but he who travels with another must wait until that other is ready. The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. The perception of beauty is a moral test. The pleasures of the intellect are permanent, the pleasures of the heart are transitory. There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at its root. There is no remedy for love but to love more. Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. What is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on? Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. |
| HENRY DAVID THOREAU |
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