Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
Henry David Thoreau, 1854
A two-year experiment in living cheaply beside a pond, written as a running argument with your own busyness, your possessions, and the life you assumed you had to lead.
Henry David Thoreau
1817–1862
Thoreau built his cabin on land Ralph Waldo Emerson owned, and he was only about a mile and a half from the center of Concord, not deep in the wilderness.
Feels like freedom, nature and serenity.
What if you're not late, just keeping time to something else?
Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or an oak. Shall he turn his spring into summer? If the condition of things which we were made for is not yet, what were any reality which we can substitute? We will not be shipwrecked on a vain reality. Shall we with pains erect a heaven of blue glass over ourselves, though when it is done we shall be sure to gaze still at the true ethereal heaven far above, as if the former were not? Books by Henry David Thoreau
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