Walden

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately. The original unsubscribe.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. Thoreau wrote it about 1845 and my train car read it with me.

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone. The first minimalism chapter.

Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes. My wardrobe read this and filed for retirement.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.

The cost of a thing is the amount of life which is required to be exchanged for it. The truest price tag ever written.

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! He repeated it three times to make the point land. It landed.

The bean-field chapter, he hoes seven miles of beans and calls it an argument. Slow content, perfect form.

I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. Introverts' founding document.

Carried out of it: live deliberately. Thoreau only rented the pond; the deliberateness was owned.