Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.dsl.stlsmo.swbell.net)
Date: 11-09-05 03:41
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Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues--the voice of souls--give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues, that give thee so thine own,
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds;
Then--churls--their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
I've often said there's nothing better for the inside of a man than the
outside of a horse.
The genius of architecture seems to have shed its maledictions over this land. -Thomas Jefferson, Notes
on the State of Virginia, 1784-1785It is best, it seems to me, to separate one's inner striving from one's
trade as far as possible. It is not good when one's daily break is tied to
God's special blessing. -- Albert Einstein