For what are the classics but the noblest recorded thoughts of man? — WaldenWalden
I am soothed by the rain-drops on the door-sill; every globule that pitches thus confidently from the eaves to the ground is my life insurance.—Journal, 14 November 1839
I doubt whether one can give or receive any very pertinent advice. — Journal, 27 December 1858—Journal, 27 December 1858
I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. — WaldenWalden
I had a thought in a dream last night which surprised me by its strangeness, as if it were based on an experience in a previous state of existence, and could not be entertained by my waking self. Both the thought and the language were equally novel to me, but I at once perceived it to be true and to coincide with my experience in this state. — Journal, 23 November 1852—Journal, 23 November 1852
I have heard of some who were 15 years a dying—a shiftless business for which neither gods nor mortals have any sympathy to spare. — A Week on the Concord and Merrimack RiversA Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
I have never known advise to be of use but in trivial and transient matters. — A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers 
I love that one with whom I sympathize. — Journal, 24 November 1858—Journal, 24 November 1858
I perceive in the common train of my thoughts a natural and uninterrupted sequence, each implying the next, or, if interruption occurs, it is occasioned by a new object being presented to my senses. — A Week on the Concord and Merrimack RiversA Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
I rise into a diviner atmosphere, in which simply to exist and breathe is a triumph, and my thoughts inevitably tend toward the grand and infinite, as aeronauts report that there is ever an upper current hereabouts which sets toward the ocean. If they rise high enough they go out to sea, and behold the vessels seemingly in mid-air like themselves. It is as if I were serenaded, and the highest and truest compliments were paid me. The universe gives me three cheers. — Journal, 13 July 1857—Journal, 13 July 1857
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