Henry David Thoreau
The Journal of Henry David Thoreau
Walden, Civil Disobedience, Life Without Principle, Slavery in Massachusetts, A Plea for Captain John Brown
Walden & Civil Disobedience
and Other Natural History Essays
Thumbing Through Thoreau
A Book of Quotations by Henry David Thoreau
Walden, or Life in the Woods
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acquaintances sometimes imply that I am too cold; but each thing is
warm enough of its kind. Is the stone too cold which absorbs the heat
of the summer sun and does not part with it during the night? Crystals,
though they be of ice, are not too cold to melt, but it wass in melting
that they were formed. Cold! I am most sensible of warmth in winter
days. It is not the warmth of fire that you would have, but everything
is warm and cold according to its nature. It is not that I am too cold,
but that our warmth and coldness are not of the same nature; hence when
I am absolutely warmest, I may be coldest to you. Crystal does not
complain of crystal any more than the dove of its mate . You who complain that I am
cold find Nature cold. To me she is warm. My heat is latent to you.
Fire itself is cold to whatever is not of a nature to be warmed by it.
A cool wind is warmer to a feverish man than the air of a furnace. That
I am cold means that I am of another nature.
Who ever saw a partridge soar over the fields? To every creature its own nature. They are very wild; but are they scarce ? or can you exterminate them for that?
As I stand by the edge of the swamp (Ministerial), a heavy-winged hawk flies home to it at sundown, just over my head, in silence. I cross some mink or muskrat's devious path in the snow, with mincing feet and trailing body.
Tonight, as so many nights within the year, the clouds arrange themselves in the cast at sunset in long converging bars, according to the simple tactics of the sky. It is the melon-rind jig. It would serve for a permanent description of the sunset. Such is the morning and such the evening, converging bars inclose the day at each end as within a melon rind, and the morning and evening are one day. Long after the sun has set, and downy clouds have turned dark, and the shades of night have taken possession of the east, some rosy clouds will be seen in the upper sky over the portals of the darkening west.
How swiftly the earth appears to revolve at sunset, which at midday appears to rest on its axle.
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