“A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art: It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself. The symbol of an ancient man’s thought becomes a modern man’s speech.” — Henry David Thoreau Leave a comment