in Thoreau’s Journal:
It does seem as if Nature did for a long time gently overlook the profanity of man—the wood still kindly echoes the strokes of the axe—and when the strokes are few and seldom—they add a new charm to a walk— All the elements strive to naturalize the sound.
Such is our sympathy with the seasons that we experience the same degrees of heat in the winter as in the summer.
It is not a true apology for any coarseness to say that it is nature. The grim woods can afford to be very delicate and perfect in the details.
I don’t want to feel as if my life were a sojourn any longer—that philosophy cannot be true which so paints it. It is time now that I begin to live.