| Quote #4
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.
| Quote #5
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?
| Quote #6
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.