Carlyle said that how to observe was to look, but I say that it is rather to see, and the more you look the less you will observe.—Journal, 13 September 1852
Children appear to me as raw as the fresh fungi on a fence rail.—Journal, 7 November 1839
Communicating with the villas and hills and forests on either hand, by the glances we sent them, or the echoes we awakened.—Journal, 1837-1847
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?—Walden
Deliver me from a city built on the site of a more ancient city, whose materials are ruins, whose gardens cemeteries.—Walden
Do not speak for other men; speak for yourself.—Journal, 25 December 1851
English literature, from the days of the minstrels to the Lake Poets,—Chaucer and Spenser and Milton, and even Shakespeare, included- breathes no quite fresh and in this sense wild strain. It is an essentially tame and civilized literature, reflecting Greece and Rome. Her wilderness is a green wood,—her wild man a Robin Hood.—"Walking"
Every child begins the world again.—Walden
Every landscape which is dreary enough has a certain beauty to me.—Cape Cod
Every part of nature teaches that the passing away of one life is the making room for another.—Journal, 24 October 1837
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