from Letters to Various Persons, Ticknor and Fields, 1865, p. 145:
“I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.”
Thoreau on Bees:
Thoreau was surprised at the distance to which the village bees go for flowers.
“The rambler in the most remote woods and pastures little thinks that the bees which are humming so industriously on the rare wild flowers he is plucking for his herbarium, in some out-of-the-way nook, are, like himself, ramblers from the village, perhaps from his own yard, come to get their honey for his hives…I felt the richer for this experience. It taught me that even the insects in my path are not loafers, but have their special errands. Not merely and vaguely in this world, but in this hour, each is about its business.” – The Writings of Henry David Thoreau