"Enemies publish themselves. They declare war. The..." - Quote by Henry David Thoreau

“Thus men will lie on their backs, talking about the fall of man, and never make an effort to get up.”

“Life consists with wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him.”

“I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortune it is to have inherited farms, houses, barns, cattle, and farming tools; for these are more easily acquired than got rid of. Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in. Who made them serfs of the soil? Why should they eat their sixty acres, when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt? Why should they begin digging their graves as soon as they are born?”

“She was getting used to his rhythms and his moods, recognizing the quiet signals that telegraphed who he was. Good and bad, strengths and faults, he was hers forever. As she pulled into the driveway, she spotted Logan coming down the steps from the house, and she waved. She was his forever, too—imperfect as she was. Take it or leave it, she thought. She was who she was. As Logan walked toward her, he smiled as if reading her mind and opened his arms.”

“I do then with my friends as I do with my books. I would have them where I can find them, but I seldom use them.”

“A good man does not worry about not being known by others, but rather is concerned about not knowing them.”

“Who can doubt that we exist only to love? Disguise it, in fact, as we will, we love without intermission... We live not a moment exempt from its influence.”

“Love will fly if held too lightly Love will die if held too tightly . . .”

“Love is forgiving and Love is for giving.”