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... PAST . XVIII . THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS The frontispiece is from a photograph of Mr. Burroughs sitting in the doorway of Slabsides , taken by Clifton Johnson in 1901 . The vignette of Slabsides is from a photograph by Clifton Johnson in ...
... PAST . XVIII . THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS The frontispiece is from a photograph of Mr. Burroughs sitting in the doorway of Slabsides , taken by Clifton Johnson in 1901 . The vignette of Slabsides is from a photograph by Clifton Johnson in ...
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... past , when no new work from his pen can call attention to him afresh , when the partiality of his friends no longer counts , when his friends and ad- mirers are themselves gathered to the same silent throng , and the spirit of the day ...
... past , when no new work from his pen can call attention to him afresh , when the partiality of his friends no longer counts , when his friends and ad- mirers are themselves gathered to the same silent throng , and the spirit of the day ...
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... past seem more thickly clustered the more remote they are . " We seem to see the identity of law in both these cases . We are treated to a pic- torial argument . We are using analogy in a legitimate and forceful way when we speak of our ...
... past seem more thickly clustered the more remote they are . " We seem to see the identity of law in both these cases . We are treated to a pic- torial argument . We are using analogy in a legitimate and forceful way when we speak of our ...
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... past history of the earth and of the race of man we may pre- dict astonishing changes and transformations for the future of both , because the continuity of cause and effect is not broken ; but the perpetuity of the " me " and the " you ...
... past history of the earth and of the race of man we may pre- dict astonishing changes and transformations for the future of both , because the continuity of cause and effect is not broken ; but the perpetuity of the " me " and the " you ...
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... past , or read aright its past did we not know its present state ? From an arc we can complete a cir- cle . We can read the big in the little . The mo- tion of a top throws light upon the motion of the earth . An ingenious mind finds ...
... past , or read aright its past did we not know its present state ? From an arc we can complete a cir- cle . We can read the big in the little . The mo- tion of a top throws light upon the motion of the earth . An ingenious mind finds ...
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Page 66 - I will not have in my writing any elegance or effect or originality to hang in the way between me and the rest like curtains. I will have nothing hang in the way not the richest curtains. What I tell I tell for precisely what it is.
Page 67 - Consider the lilies of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin: yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Page 194 - Nothing is secure but life, transition, the energizing spirit. No love can be bound by oath or covenant to secure it against a higher love. No truth so sublime but it may be trivial to-morrow in the light of new thoughts. People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.
Page 6 - But to speak in literature with the perfect rectitude and insouciance of the movements of animals and the unimpeachableness of the sentiment of trees in the woods and grass by the roadside is the flawless triumph of art.
Page 175 - I saw it distinctly, more than once, put out its short leg while on the wing, and, by a bend of the head, deliver somewhat into its mouth. If it takes any part of its prey with its foot, as I have now the greatest reason to suppose it does these chafers, I no longer wonder at the use of its middle toe, which is curiously furnished with a serrated claw.
Page 164 - The poet, the orator, bred in the woods, whose senses have been nourished by their fair and appeasing changes, year after year, without design and without heed, — shall not lose their lesson altogether, in the roar of cities or the broil of politics.
Page 162 - It is rapid harmony, exactly adjusted to the sense : It is vehement reasoning, without any appearance of art: It is disdain, anger, boldness, freedom, involved in a continued stream of argument : And, of all human productions, the orations of DEMOSTHENES present to us the models which, approach the nearest to perfection.
Page 204 - Poetic style, when address'd to the soul, is less definite form, outline, sculpture, and becomes vista, music, half-tints, and even less than half-tints.
Page 201 - Man cannot afford to be a naturalist, to look at nature directly, but only with the side of his eye. He must look through and beyond her. To look at her is as fatal as to look at the head of Medusa. It turns the man of science to stone.
Page 202 - I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle-dove, and am still on their trail. Many are the travellers I have spoken concerning them, describing their tracks and what calls they answered to. I have met one or two who had heard the hound, and the tramp of the horse, and even seen the dove disappear behind a cloud, and they seemed as anxious to recover them as if they had lost them themselves.