
Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
β Henry David Thoreau
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THE LIBRARY
Words to return to, with the context behind them.

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.

The formation of the temper is the cool work of reason, when, as life advances, she mixes with happy art, jarring elements.

All sorts of pleasant things happened about that time, for the new friendship flourished like grass in spring.

This also thou shalt find of very good use, upon every such occasion, presently to consider with thyself, what proper virtue nature hath furnished man with, against such a vice, or to encounter with a disposition vicious in this kind.

I have no doubt that time discriminates between the good and the bad; and when at last I shall plant, I shall be less likely to be disappointed.

There was color, light, and life in the boyβs face now, vivacity in his manner, and genuine merriment in his laugh.

The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me.

Besides, each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.

It is the action of an uninstructed person to reproach others for his own misfortunes; of one entering upon instruction, to reproach himself; and one perfectly instructed, to reproach neither others nor himself.

All things spring up, and there is not one which declines to show itself; they grow, and there is no claim made for their ownership; they go through their processes, and there is no expectation (of a reward for the results).

Every sentence of kindness was a fresh source of happiness to Jane.

His soul overflowed with ardent affections, and his friendship was of that devoted and wondrous nature that the worldly-minded teach us to look for only in the imagination.

We were always good friends, and now we are better.

To be friendless is indeed to be unfortunate, but the hearts of men, when unprejudiced by any obvious self-interest, are full of brotherly love and charity.

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

No little affectations marred it, and the cordial sweetness of her manner was more charming than the new beauty or the old grace, for it stamped her at once with the unmistakable sign of the true gentlewoman she had hoped to become.

Therefore the sage knows (these things) of himself, but does not parade (his knowledge); loves, but does not (appear to set a) value on, himself.

The more I saw of them, the greater became my desire to claim their protection and kindness; my heart yearned to be known and loved by these amiable creatures; to see their sweet looks directed towards me with affection was the utmost limit of my ambition.