Maxioms by Henry David Thoreau
What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing about the origin and destiny of cats?
What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing about the origin and destiny of cats?
Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.
Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.
I have heard of a dog that barked at every stranger who approached his master's premises with clothes on, but read more
I have heard of a dog that barked at every stranger who approached his master's premises with clothes on, but was easily quieted by a naked thief
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
