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Announced By All The Trumpets Of The Sky, Arrives The Snow, And, Driving O'er The Fields, Seems Nowhere To Alight: The Whited Air Hides Hills And Woods, The River, And The Heaven, And Veils The Farmhouse At The Garden's End. The Sled And Traveller Stopped, The Courier's Feet Delayed, All Friends Shut Out, The Housemates Sit Around The Radiant Fireplace, Enclosed In A Tumultuous Privacy Of Storm.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Announced By All The Trumpets Of The Sky, Arrives The Snow, And, Driving O'er The Fields, Seems Nowhere To Alight: The Whited Air Hides Hills And Woods, The River, And The Heaven, And Veils The Farmhouse At The Garden's End. The Sled And Traveller Stopped, The Courier's Feet Delayed, All Friends Shut Out, The Housemates Sit Around The Radiant Fireplace, Enclosed In A Tumultuous Privacy Of Storm.

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Some Thoughts Always Find Us Young, And Keep Us So. Such A Thought Is The Love Of The Universal And Eternal Beauty.

A Scholar Does Not Wish To Be Always Pumping His Brains; He Wants Gossips.

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We See God Face To Face Every Hour, And Know The Savor Of Nature.

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Power And Speed Be Hands And Feet.

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If A Man Owns Land, The Land Owns Him.

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The Religions We Call False Were Once True.

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Those Who Live To The Future Must Always Appear Selfish To Those Who Live To The Present.

A Man Should Not Be A Silkworm; Nor A Nation A Tent Of Caterpillars.

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The Power Which Resides In Him Is New In Nature, And None But He Knows What That Is Which He Can Do, Nor Does He Know Until He Has Tried.

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Fractures Well Cured Make Us More Strong.

Add Energy, Inspire Hope, And Blow The Coals Into A Useful Flame.

Let The Reader Find That He Cannot Afford To Omit Any Line Of Your Writing Because You You Have Omitted Every Word That He Can Spare.

I Have Heard That Whoever Loves Is In No Condition Old.

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Taking To Pieces Is The Trade Of Those Who Cannot Construct.

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