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Henry David Thoreau

Life dates: 1817 AD — 1862 AD

Writer and naturalist whose accounts of deliberate living and civic conscience invite close attention to circumstances. Supplied archive attributions retain their uncertainty; the linked Walden is a separate reading edition.

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Life and writing

Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862) was a writer, thinker and naturalist associated with Concord, Massachusetts. He lived beside Walden Pond from 1845 to 1847, and Walden appeared in 1854. The interval between that experience and publication is a useful reminder that a written account is shaped through reflection, rather than being a transparent transcript of each day.

The linked edition contains Walden and a separate essay on civil disobedience. Walden’s chapters examine necessities, reading, observation and the purposes of daily life through a particular first-person experiment. Read a striking sentence alongside its chapter and the choices the speaker describes. An author profile and a related edition do not independently authenticate every contributor-supplied passage carrying Thoreau’s name.

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Start with Economy or Where I Lived, and What I Lived For, then ask what a claim means in that particular account of living. Notice the difference between considering one’s wants and dismissing another person’s unmet needs. The selected archive passages are supplied attributions and remain independently unverified, even where their themes invite comparison with Walden. Keep their original wording and undated coordinates distinct from the profile’s documented life years and the book’s publication history.

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01c. 1839 AD
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things..
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06c. 1839 AD
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings.
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17c. 1839 AD
In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat Geeta, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions. I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.
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23c. 1839 AD
Sometimes, in a summer morning,having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrisetill noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs,in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sing around orflitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in atmy west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distanthighway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasonslike corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of thehands would have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, butso much over and above my usual allowance. I realized what the Orientalsmean by contemplation and the forsaking of works. For the most part, Iminded not how the hours went. The day advanced as if to light somework of mine; it was morning, and lo, now it is evening, and nothingmemorable is accomplished.
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24c. 1839 AD
My desire for knowledge is intermittent; but my desire to bathe my head in atmospheres unknown to my feet is perennial and constant. The highest that we can attain to is not Knowledge, but Sympathy with Intelligence. I do not know that this higher knowledge amounts to anything more definite than a novel and grand surprise on a sudden revelation of the insufficiency of all that we called Knowledge before,—a discovery that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy.
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