Maxioms by Henry David Thoreau
Poverty ... It is life near the bone, where it is sweetest.
Poverty ... It is life near the bone, where it is sweetest.
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
Men are probably nearer the central truth in their superstitions than in their science.
Men are probably nearer the central truth in their superstitions than in their science.
Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.
Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
