It is an agreeable surprise to find in the midst of a swamp so large and edible a fruit as an apple.
(21 September 1852)
The poet must keep himself unstained and aloof. Let him perambulate the bounds of imagination's provinces, the realms of faery, and not the insignificant boundaries of towns. The excursions of the imagination are so boundless, the limits of towns are so petty.
(20 September 1851)
--Henry David Thoreau