Category: Henry David Thoreau
The language of Friendship is not words, but meanings.
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
The question is not what you look at, but what you see.
Be not simply good – be good for something.
Men have become the tools of their tools.
‘Tis healthy to be sick sometimes.
The rarest quality in an epitaph is truth.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
Men are born to succeed, not to fail.
How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.
