Every Man is a Roman Forum.
All things are up and down — east and west to me. In me is the forum out of which go the Appian and Sacred ways, and a thousand beside, to the ends of the world– If I forget my centralness, and say a bean winds with or against the sun, and not right or left, it will not be true south of the equator.
[H. D. Thoreau, Journal, 11 July 1839]
All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man.
[H.D. Thoreau, Journal, July 6th 1840]
Consider society at any epoch, and who does not see that heresy has already prevailed in it?
[H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 6th 1840]
You shall see rude and sturdy, experienced and wise men, keeping their castles, or teaming up their summer’s wood, or chopping alone in the woods, men fuller of talk and rare adventure in the sun and wind and rain, than a chestnut is of meat; who were out not only in ’75 and 1812, but have been out every day of their lives; greater men than Homer, or Chaucer, or Shakespeare, only they never got time to say so; they never took to the way of writing. Look at their fields, and imagine what they might write, if ever they should put pen to paper. Or what have they not written on the face of the earth already, clearing, and burning, and scratching, and harrowing, and ploughing, and subsoiling, in and in, and out and out, and over and over, again and again, erasing what they had already written for want of parchment.
[H.D. Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers]