Henry David Thoreau
Bulbous buttercup, 1613
The Adventures of Henry Thoreau
A Young Man's Unlikely Path to Walden Pond
The Maine Woods
Transcendentalism: Essential Essays of Emerson & Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau and Nineteenth-Century Science
Delphi Complete Works of Henry David Thoreau
"An Insect View of Its Plain"
Insects, Nature and God in Thoreau, Dickinson and Muir
a buttercup on Bear Hill to-day.
I have certain friends whom I visit occasionally, but I commonly part from them early with a certain bitter-sweet sentiment. That which we love is so mixed and entangled with that we hate in one another that we are more grieved and disappointed, aye, and estranged from one another, by meeting than by absence.
Our friend must be broad. His must be an atmosphere coextensive with the universe, in which we can expand and breathe. For the most part we are smothered and stifled by one another. I go and see my friend and try his atmosphere. If our atmospheres do not mingle, if we strongly repel each other, it is of no use to stay.
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