We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.
Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)
Contributed by: Zaady
The man who is dissatisfied with himself, what can he do?
Do not despair of life. Think of the fox, prowling in a winter night to satisfy his hunger. His race survives; I do not believe any of them ever committed suicide.
Pursue, keep up with, circle round and round your life, as a dog does his master's chaise. Do what you love. Know your own bone, gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.
A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.
If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.
As to conforming outwardly, and living your own life inwardly, I have not a very high opinion of that course.
The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.
We live thick and are in each other's way, and stumble over one another, and I think we thus lose some respect for one another.
To watch this crystal globe just sent from heaven to associate with me. While these clouds and this somber drizzling weather shut all in, we two draw nearer and know one another.
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