I respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to market, if he could get anything for him; who goes to market for his god as it is; on whose farm nothing grows free, whose fields bear no crops, whose meadows no flowers, whose trees no fruits, but dollars.


The Writings of Henry David Thoreau.... (ed. 1906)


I respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to market, if he could get ...

I respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to market, if he could get ...

I respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to market, if he could get ...

I respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to market, if he could get ...