in Thoreau’s Journal:

I know of no such amusement, –– so wholesome and in every sense profitable, ––for instance, as to spend an hour or two in a day picking some berries or other fruits which will be food for the winter, or collecting driftwood from the river for fuel, or cultivating the few beans or potatoes which I want.

Theatres and operas, which intoxicate for a season, are as nothing compared to these pursuits.