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A Poem by Pete
Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
What men call social virtues, good fellowship, is commonly but the virtue of pigs in a litter, which lie close together to keep each other warm. - Tho..
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A Poem by Pete
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
We have used up all our inherited freedom, like the young bird the albumen in the egg. It is not an era of repose. If we would save our lives, we must..
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A Poem by Pete
Dreams are the touchstones of our character. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
In a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
Staying in the house breeds a sort of insanity always. Every house is, in this sense, a hospital. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
In the love of narrow souls I make many short voyages but in vain-I find no sea room-but in great souls I sail before the wind without a watch, and ne..
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A Poem by Pete
It is not enough that our life is an easy one. We must live on the stretch, retiring to our rest like soldiers on the eve of a battle, looking forward..
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A Poem by Pete
If ever I was sure that someone was coming to help me, I should run like hell. - Thoreau
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