Henry David Thoreau Is Quotations

Let your life be a counter-friction to stop the machine. What I have to do is to see, at any rate, that I do not lend myself to the wrong which I condemn.

The greatest tragedy in life is to spend your whole life fishing only to discover it was never fish that you were after.

This life is not for complaint, but for satisfaction.

Let your life be a counter friction to stop the machine.

The highest condition of art is artlessness.

The truth is, there is money buried everywhere, and you have only to go to work to find it.

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.

Some have asked if the stock of men could not be improved,--if they could not be bred as cattle. Let Love be purified, and all therest will follow. A pure love is thus, indeed, the panacea for all the ills of the world.

A hero's love is as delicate as a maiden's.

Music is the crystallization of sound.

Unpremeditated music is the true gauge which measures the current of our thoughts; the very undertow of our life's stream.

Love is no individual's experience; and though we are imperfect mediums, it does not partake of our imperfection; though we are finite, it is infinite and eternal...

There is always a present and extant life, be it better or worse, which all combine to uphold.

My life is like a stroll upon the beach.

Truth is always paradoxical.

Our whole life is startlingly moral. There is never an instant's truce between virtue and vice.

We are happy in proportion to the things we can do without.

You must get your living by loving, or at least half your life is a failure.

The art of life, of a poet's life, is, not having anything to do, to do something.

That aim in life is highest which requires the highest and finest discipline.

To a small man every greater is an exaggeration.

There must be the... generating force of Love behind every effort destined to be successful.

I know that some will have hard thoughts of me, when they hear their Christ named beside my Buddha, yet I am sure that I am willing they should love their Christ more than my Buddha, for the love is the main thing, and I like him too.

The object of love expands and grows before us to eternity, until it includes all that is lovely, and we become all that can love.

Love is the profoundest of secrets. Divulged, even to the beloved, it is no longer Love. As if it were merely I that loved you. When love ceases, then it is divulged.