How wholesome winter is, seen far or near; how good, above all mere sentimental, warm-blooded, short-lived, soft-hearted, moral goodness, commonly so called. Give me the goodness which has forgotten its own deeds,--which God has seen to be good, and let be.
Henry David Thoreau (2014). “Familiar Letters (Annotated Edition)”, p.284, Jazzybee Verlag
