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A Poem by Pete
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning st..
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A Poem by Pete
When a dog runs at you, whistle for him. - Thoreau
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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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