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Henry David Thoreau

  • b7102003151har citeretfor 7 måneder siden
    And if the civ­i­lized man’s pur­suits are no wor­thier than the sav­age’s, if he is em­ployed the greater part of his life in ob­tain­ing gross nec­es­saries and com­forts merely, why should he have a bet­ter dwelling than the for­mer?
  • b7422100867har citeretfor 2 år siden
    Per­haps these pages are more par­tic­u­larly ad­dressed to poor stu­dents.
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    Who made them serfs of the soil? Why should they eat their sixty acres, when man is con­demned to eat only his peck of dirt? Why should they be­gin dig­ging their graves as soon as they are born? They have got to live a man’s life, push­ing all these things be­fore them, and get on as well as they can.
  • b7422100867har citeretfor 2 år siden
    The bet­ter part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for com­post. By a seem­ing fate, com­monly called ne­ces­sity, they are em­ployed, as it says in an old book, lay­ing up trea­sures which moth and rust will cor­rupt and thieves break through and steal.
  • b7422100867har citeretfor 2 år siden
    From thence our kind hard­hearted is, en­dur­ing pain and care,
    Ap­prov­ing that our bod­ies of a stony na­ture are.”
  • b7422100867har citeretfor 2 år siden
    But alert and healthy na­tures re­mem­ber that the sun rose clear. It is never too late to give up our prej­u­dices. No way of think­ing or do­ing, how­ever an­cient, can be trusted with­out proof.
  • b7422100867har citeretfor 2 år siden
    What ev­ery­body echoes or in si­lence passes by as true to­day may turn out to be false­hood to­mor­row, mere smoke of opin­ion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprin­kle fer­til­iz­ing rain on their fields.
  • b7422100867har citeretfor 2 år siden
    Some things are re­ally nec­es­saries of life in some cir­cles, the most help­less and dis­eased, which in oth­ers are lux­u­ries merely, and in oth­ers still are en­tirely un­known
  • b7422100867har citeretfor 2 år siden
    Ac­cord­ing to Eve­lyn, “the wise Solomon pre­scribed or­di­nances for the very dis­tances of trees; and the Ro­man præ­tors have de­cided how of­ten you may go into your neigh­bor’s land to gather the acorns which fall on it with­out tres­pass, and what share be­longs to that neigh­bor.”
  • b7422100867har citeretfor 2 år siden
    Hip­pocrates has even left di­rec­tions how we should cut our nails; that is, even with the ends of the fin­gers, nei­ther shorter nor longer.
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