I left the woods for as good as reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one.
It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves … The surface of the Earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels.
How worn and dusty, then, must be the highway of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!
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| — | Henry David Thoreau. Walden, (Modern Library, 1992) p. 303 |
