
I have no doubt that time discriminates between the good and the bad; and when at last I shall plant, I shall be less likely to be disappointed.
— Henry David Thoreau
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THE LIBRARY
Words to return to, with the context behind them.

I have no doubt that time discriminates between the good and the bad; and when at last I shall plant, I shall be less likely to be disappointed.

Every act rewards itself, or, in other words, integrates itself, in a twofold manner; first, in the thing, or in real nature; and secondly, in the circumstance, or in apparent nature.

To be sure you know no actual good of me--but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

A man would make but a very sorry chemist if he attended to that department of human knowledge alone.

And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

The vain fears and fond jealousies, the winds which fan the flame of love, when judiciously or artfully tempered, are both incompatible with the tender confidence and sincere respect of friendship.

The strength of that passion had been a power enabling him to master all the knowledge necessary to gratify it.

There was color, light, and life in the boy’s face now, vivacity in his manner, and genuine merriment in his laugh.

The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me.

The fatal poison of irresponsible power was already in her hands, and soon commenced its infernal work.

Besides, each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.

Let not thy mind wander up and down, and heap together in her thoughts the many troubles and grievous calamities which thou art as subject unto as any other.

It is the action of an uninstructed person to reproach others for his own misfortunes; of one entering upon instruction, to reproach himself; and one perfectly instructed, to reproach neither others nor himself.

All things spring up, and there is not one which declines to show itself; they grow, and there is no claim made for their ownership; they go through their processes, and there is no expectation (of a reward for the results).

The best works of art are the expression of man’s struggle to free himself from this condition, but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten.

Everything in nature contains all the powers of nature.

Every sentence of kindness was a fresh source of happiness to Jane.