“My life is like a stroll upon the beach,
As near the water’s edge as I can go,
My tardy steps its waves sometimes overreach,
Sometimes I stay to let them overflow.” – Thoreau, The Fisher Boy
“My sole employment ’tis, and scrupulous care,
To place my gains beyond the reach of tides,
Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare,
Which ocean kindly to my hand confides.” – Thoreau, The Fisher Boy
