The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.
-Henry David Thoreau, Walden
A child develops best when, like a young plant,
he is left undisturbed in the same soil.
Too much travel, too much variety of impressions,
are not good for the young, and cause them as they grow up
to become incapable of enduring fruitful monotony.