Here are some quotes this week from Thoreau’s journals.

Enjoy!

The Journal 1837–1861

I thank you, God. I do not deserve anything, I am unworthy of the least regard; and yet I am made to rejoice. I am impure and worthless, and yet the world is gilded for my delight and holidays are prepared for me, and my path is strewn with flowers.

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The poet must be continually watching the moods of his mind, as the astronomer watches the aspects of the heavens.