As a mother loves to see her child imbibe nourishment and expand, so God loves to see his children thrive on the nutriment he has furnished them.—Journal, 22 January 1859
At death our friends and relations either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart further from us and are forgotten. Friends are as often brought nearer together as separated by death.—Journal, 24 December 1850
Books can only reveal us to ourselves, and as often as they do us this service we lay them aside.—Thoreau to Benjamin B. Wiley, 26 April 1857
But some express themselves chiefly by their gait and carriage, with swelling breasts or elephantine roll and elevated brows, making themselves moving and adequate signs of themselves, having no other outlet.—Journal, 21 August 1852
Children appear to me as raw as the fresh fungi on a fence rail.—Journal, 7 November 1839
Do not speak for other men; speak for yourself.—Journal, 25 December 1851
Do what nobody can do for you. Omit to do everything else.—Journal, 1850
Do what you reprove yourself for not doing. Know that you are neither satisfied nor dissatisfied with yourself without reason.—Journal, 1850
Emerson says that his life is so unprofitable and shabby for the most part, that he is driven to all sorts of resources, and, among the rest, to men. I tell him that we differ only in our resources. Mine is to get away from men.—Thoreau to H. G. O. Blake, 8 August 1854
Even the death of Friends will inspire us as much as their lives. They will leave consolation to the mourners, as the rich leave money to defray the expenses of their funerals, and their memories will be incrusted over with sublime and pleasing thoughts, as monuments of other men are overgrown with moss; for our Friends have no place in the graveyard.—A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
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