Thoreau's Walden managed to trample my toes, sharpen my focus and undergird my lifestyle all in the mere twenty pages I digested this afternoon: I'm looking forward to continuing to be prodded and enlightened by one of the forefathers of minimalism. It's good to look at old ideas a new way and through a new voice:
"Actually the laboring man has not leisure for true integrity day by day; he cannot afford to sustain the manliest relations to men; his labor would be depreciated in the market. He has no time to be anything but a machine."
"It is never too late to give up our prejudices. No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everybody echoes, or in silence passes by as true today may turn out to be falsehood tomorrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rains on their fields."
"We are made to exaggerate the importance of what work we do; yet how much is not done by us!"
"I say beware of any enterprise that requires new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes. If there is not a new man, how can the clothes be made to fit? If you have any enterprise before you, try it in your old clothes."