A selection of Henry Thoreau‘s journal entries. It’s widely confessed that his best writing appears in his journals; reading through this, I’m inclined to agree.
“There is little or nothing to be remembered written on the subject of getting an honest living…How to make the getting our living poetic! for if it is not poetic, it is not life but death that we get.”
His journals are less something to be read and put back on the shelf than companions for life. Each brief entry is a meditation on the ways in which we live, the ways in which Thoreau sees, and the treasures of being.