The whole course of human history may depend on a change of heart in a single, solitary, even humble individual. For it is within the soul of the ind… - Henry David Thoreau

I hate museums; there is nothing so weighs upon my spirits. They are the catacombs of nature. One green bud of spring, one willow catkin, one faint trill from a migrating sparrow would set the world on its legs again. The life that is in a single green weed is of more worth than all this death.

... if men read aright, methinks they would never read anything but poems.

Never endeavor consciously to supply the tone which you think proper for certain sentences. It is as if a man whose mind was at ease should supply the tones and gestures for a man in distress who found only the words; as when one makes a speech and another behind him makes gestures.