Quotes by Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau was an American essayist, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, and historian. A leading transcendentalist, Thoreau is best known for his book Walden, a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and his essay "Civil Disobedience", an argument for disobedience to an unjust state. Thoreau's books, articles, essays, journals, and poetry amount to more than 20 volumes.

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I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Solitude & Being AloneHenry David Thoreau
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Truths and roses have thorns about them.

Truth, RosesHenry David Thoreau
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Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.

FishingHenry David Thoreau
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Never look back unless you are planning to go that way.

Past, ProgressHenry David Thoreau
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You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.

Moments, PresentHenry David Thoreau
 
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There are two seasons when the leaves are in their glory, their green and perfect youth in June and this their ripe old age in October.

October, JuneHenry David Thoreau
 
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An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.

MorningHenry David Thoreau
 
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The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

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Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.

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It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.

SeeingHenry David Thoreau
 
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The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.

NovemberHenry David Thoreau
 
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In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs.

AugustHenry David Thoreau
 
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