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Excerpts from
Life Without Principle, 1863, by Henry David Thoreau:
"... Perhaps I am more
than usually jealous with respect to my freedom. I feel that my
connection with, and obligation to, society are still very slight and
transient. ... If I should sell both my forenoons and afternoons to
society—as most appear to do—I am sure that, for me, there would be nothing
left worth living for. I trust that I shall never, thus, sell my
birthright for a mess of pottage. I wish to suggest that a man may be
very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more
fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his
living. ... The ways in which most men get their living, that is,
live, are mere makeshifts and a shirking of the real business of
life—chiefly because they do not know, but partly because they do
not mean, any better. ... When
(someday) we want culture more than
potatoes and illumination more than sugar-plums then the great
resources of a world ...
(will be) drawn out, and the result ...
(will be) those rare fruits called
heroes, saints, poets, philosophers, and redeemers. ..."
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image excerpts by
Rainer Neumann
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