Knock on wood for good luck—and if you think that’s the best way to get the door to open.
Sleepwalking is resterciseHer body was designed for pleasure, not speed, and Coop intended to take his time with it.
Sporting WoodThe water and the wind will wear the wood down, until only water and wind remain.
Perchance to DreamWhen we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.
These Moments Pass: PoemsThere are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.
Walden, or Life in the WoodsThere is a low mist in the woods— It is a good day to study lichens.
A Year in Thoreau's Journal: 1851