A. Bronson Alcott writes in his journal:
Concord woods were more to me than my library, or [Ralph Waldo] Emerson even. They were to him than they were to me, and still more to Thoreau than to either of us. Take the forest and skies from their pages, and they, E. and T., have faded and fallen clean out of their pictures.
(The Journals of Bronson Alcott, 237)
