Build a wee cabin in the Concord woods near Walden Pond and then write a book about your experience living in said cabin.
Let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves,
dispel the clouds which hang over our brows,
and take up a little life into our pores.
Do not stay to be an overseer of the poor,
but endeavor to become one of the worthies of the world.
from the chapter “Economy” in Walden
If a woman does not keep pace with her companions,
perhaps it is because she hears a different drummer.
from the “Conclusion” to Walden
(Back in high school I developed such a mad crush on Henry. And the years haven’t dimmed my ardor much at all…)