Maxioms by Henry David Thoreau
Men have become tools of their tools.
Men have become tools of their tools.
The heart is forever inexperienced.
The heart is forever inexperienced.
Light Winged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, read more
Light Winged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
-Henry David Thoreau-.
That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another's. We see so much only as we possess.
That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another's. We see so much only as we possess.
However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It read more
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. It looks poorest when you are the richest.
