“Is not this a glorious time of year for your deep inward fires?”
—Thoreau, November 13, 1851
Via Austin Kleon
“Is not this a glorious time of year for your deep inward fires?”
—Thoreau, November 13, 1851
Via Austin Kleon
Each thought that is welcomed and recorded is a nest egg, by the side of which more will be laid. Thoughts accidentally thrown together become a frame in which more may be developed and exhibited… Having by chance recorded a few disconnected thoughts and brought them into juxtaposition, they suggest a whole new field in which it was possible to labor and to think. Thought begat thought.
Via Austin Kleon
“When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. I love to wander and muse over them in their graves.” —Thoreau
— Mαtt Thomαs (@mattthomas) November 13, 2015
Thoreau's notebook and writing deskhttps://t.co/y9xKVQVbnO pic.twitter.com/Nzv5oalKSk
— Austin Kleon (@austinkleon) October 20, 2017
Thoreau's journal handwriting http://t.co/QIPznhDQ9y (via @ransomcenter) pic.twitter.com/jfQ9IUo6Fy
— Austin Kleon (@austinkleon) July 9, 2015