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“There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hands. I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, “
— Oct 10, 2025 06:50AM
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Quade moustakas
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I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond-side; The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels. How worn and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!
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Quade moustakas
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“It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, an so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.”
— Oct 03, 2025 07:17AM
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“I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and threw them out the window in disgust. How, then, could I have a furnished house?
I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.”
— Sep 07, 2025 06:31AM
I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.”
