In the love of narrow souls I make many short voyages but in vain-I find no sea room-but in great souls I sail before the wind without a watch, and never reach the shore.
Winter: from the Journal of Henry David Thoreau (ed. 1887)
In the love of narrow souls I make many short voyages but in vain-I find no sea room-but in great souls I sail before the wind without a watch, and never reach the shore.
Winter: from the Journal of Henry David Thoreau (ed. 1887)