Henry David Thoreau
[Writer and practical philosopher, b. 1817, Concord, Massachusetts, d. 1862, Concord.]
The question is not what you look at, but what you see.
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You can’t say more than you see.
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All distant landscapes seen from hilltops are veritable pictures, which will be found to have no actual existence to him who travels to them.
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If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as though it were a cimiter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality.
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