Yet I experienced sometimes
that the most sweet and tender,
the most innocent and encouraging
society may be found in any natural object,
even for the poor misanthrope and
most melancholy man.
There can be no very black melancholy to him
who lives in the midst of Nature
and has his senses still.
—Henry David Thoreau, “Solitude,” Walden
(About “A Year in Walden”)