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A Poem by Pete
The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
My life is like a stroll upon the beach. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
The soul grows by subtraction, not addition. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
When you knock, ask to see God - none of the servants. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass; the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends. - Tho..
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A Poem by Pete
It is not the man who has little, but he who desires more, that is poor. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
The eye is the jewel of the body. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. - Thoreau
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A Poem by Pete
A man may esteem himself happy when that which is his food is also his medicine. - Thoreau
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