But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.

But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and read more

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his read more

Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.

Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.

Anything I've ever done that ultimately was worthwhile... initially scared me to death.

Anything I've ever done that ultimately was worthwhile... initially scared me to death.

One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic.

One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic.

A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic.

A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic.