in Thoreau’s Journal:
I thank God that the cheapness which appears in time and the world—the trivialness of the whole scheme of things—is in my own cheap and trivial moment.
I am time and the world.
I assert no independence.
In me are summer and winter—village life and commercial routine—Pestilence and famine and refreshing breezes—joy and sadness—life and death….
He who does not borrow trouble does not lend it…
I wish to communicate those parts of my life which I would gladly live again…
It is hard to be a good citizen of the world in any great sense—but if we do render no interest or increase to mankind out of that talent God gave us—we can at least preserve the principal unimpaired.