and should you in your leanness see his flesh puffing upe any man beyond your knoe of him, and hoe.
i to the conquered.
the truly free man is he o my neighbor said to me, “i hate life, for it is naught but a thing of pain.”
and yesterday i passed by a cemetery and sa upon his grave.
strife in nature is but disorder longing for order.
solitude is a silent storm that breaks do roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.
once i spoke of the sea to a brook, and the brook thought me but an imaginative exaggerator;
and once i spoke of a brook to the sea, and the sea thought me but a depreciative defamer.
hoing of the grasshopper.
the highest virtue here may be the least in another h go to the depth or to the height in a straight line; only the spacious can move in circles.
if it hts and measures we would stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun.
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