“Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.”
    “Whatever have been thy failures hitherto, “be not afflicted, my child, for who shall assign to thee what thou hast left undone?”
    “The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by most delicate handling.  Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.”
    “Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky Way?”
   “Why should they begin digging their graves as soon as they are born?”
    “Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.  I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is.  Its thin current slides away, but the eternity remains.”
    “What shall I learn of beans or beans of me?”
    “Why should we live with such hurry and waste if life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry.”
    “As I have said, I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up.”
    “Be it life or death, we crave only reality.”
     “Renew thyself completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again.”
  “ An abode without birds is like meat without seasoning. Such was not my abode, for I found myself suddenly neighbor to the birds; not by having imprisoned one, but having caged myself near them.”
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