
Het is
weekend. I went to the woods because I
wished to live
deliberately, to front
only the essential
facts of life, and
see if I could not
learn what it had to
teach, and not,
when I came to
die, discover that I
had not lived. I
did not wish to
live what was not
life, living is so
dear; nor did I
wish to practise
resignation, unless it was
quite necessary. I
wanted to live
deep and suck
out all the
marrow of life, to
live so sturdily and
Spartan-like as to
put to rout all
that was not
life, to cut a
broad swath and shave
close, to drive
life into a
corner, and reduce it to its
lowest terms. However
mean your life is,
meet it and
live it; do not
shun it and
call it hard
names. It is not so
bad as you are. It
looks poorest when
you are richest. The
fault-finder will find faults
even in paradise.
Love your life,
poor as it is.
You may perhaps
have some pleasant,
thrilling, glorious hours,
even in a poorhouse.
Prettig weekend. En
be nice.