Henry David Thoreau/civil Disobedience and The Walden Years - 1845%e2%80%931849

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    By what a delicate and far-stretched contribution every island is made! What an enterprise of nature thus to lay the foundations of and to build up the future continent, of golden and silver sands and the ruins of forests, with ant-like industry.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    The heart is forever inexperienced.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Science commits suicide when it adopts a creed.
    —Thomas Henry Huxley (1825–95)

    The experience of every past moment but belies the faith of each present.
    —Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    What is called politics is comparatively something so superficial and inhuman, that practically I have never fairly recognized that it concerns me at all.
    —Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    He was one whose glory was an inner glory, one who placed culture above prosperity, fairness above profit, generosity above possessions, hospitality above comfort, courtesy above triumph, courage above safety, kindness above personal welfare, honor above success.
    Sarah Patton Boyle, U.S. civil rights activist and author. The Desegregated Heart, part 1, ch. 1 (1962)

    Disobedience, in the eyes of any one who has read history, is man’s original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion.
    Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)

    When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. At present I am a sojourner in civilized life again.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    In these years we are witnessing the gigantic spectacle of innumerable human lives wandering about lost in their own labyrinths, through not having anything to which to give themselves.
    José Ortega Y Gasset (1883–1955)