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Nothing Not Built With Hands Of Course Is Sacred. But Here Is Not A Question Of What's Sacred; Rather Of What To Face Or Run Away From. I'd Hate To Be A Runaway From Nature.

The Way A Crow Shook Down On Me The Dust Of Snow From A Hemlock Tree Has Given My Heart A Change Of Mood And Saved Some Part Of A Day I Had Rued.

I Hate The Idea That You Ought To Read The Whole Of Anybody.

Than Smoke And Mist Who Better Could Appraise The Kindred Spirit Of An Inner Haze?

More Men Die Of Worry Than Of Work, Because More Men Worry Than Work.