Give me a wildness whose glance no civilization can endure,-as if we lived on the marrow of koodoos devoured raw

Give me a wildness whose glance no civilization can endure

Life consists with wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him.

In wildness is the preservation of the world.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartanlike as to put to rout all that was not life.

If it is asserted that civilization is a real advance in the condition of man — and I think that it is, though only the wise improve their advantages — it must be shown that it has produced better dwellings without making them more costly; and the cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.