Henry David Thoreau
[Writer and practical philosopher, b. 1817, Concord, Massachusetts, d. 1862, Concord.]

 The question is not what you look at, but what you see. 
 You can’t say more than you see. 
 If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as though it were a cimiter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality. 
 All distant landscapes seen from hilltops are veritable pictures, which will be found to have no actual existence to him who travels to them.