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He who cannot read is worse than deaf and blind, is yet but half alive, is still-born. - Thoreau

My life is like a stroll upon the beach. - Thoreau

Death is the penalty we all pay for the privilege of life. - Robert Half

If Nature is our mother, then God is our father. - Thoreau

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate. - Thoreau

God rest your soul mom. I love you forever.

You cannot hear music and noise at the same time. - Thoreau

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter. - Thoreau

That grand old poem called winter. - Thoreau

We have the St. Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still. - Thoreau