How we cite our quotes:
This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore. (Solitude.1)
Nature is a source of sensory pleasure. Thoreau's word choices – for instance, "delicious" and "imbibes" – help us to further grasp that feeling.
Nothing can rightly compel a simple and brave man to a vulgar sadness. While I enjoy the friendship of the seasons, nothing can make life a burden to me. (Solitude.4)
Thoreau can seem resolutely cheerful. Is it really possible that nothing can make life a burden? Is he indifferent to the genuine pain and suffering that many people experience?
At suitable intervals there were regular salutes of laughter, which might have been referred indifferently to the last uttered or the forth-coming jest. (Former Inhabitants.20)
Translation: we cracked the heck up. True friends are also a source of happiness.