

When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shop-keepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them - as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon - I think that they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago. You may safely say a penny for your thoughts, or a thousand pounds.

I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits unless I spend four hours a day at least - and it is commonly more than that - sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields absoutely free from all wordly engagements. Thoreau also wrote about his favorite means of appreciating nature – walking.

Not only did write of his love for nature. Looking at Walden Pond, the subject of Walden, a Life in the Woods, one could understand why Thoreau found such peace and inspiration in nature. Literature aficionados may already be familiar with American author Henry David Thoreau’s other hats: in addition to being an outspoken abolitionist, philosopher, and historian, he was a avid naturalist and lover of the outdoors.
