Date: August 31, 1837
"The world, — this shadow of the soul, or other me, lies wide around."
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Date: August 31, 1837
The world's "attractions are the keys which unlock my thoughts and make me acquainted with myself."
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Date: August 31, 1837
"A strange process too, this, by which experience is converted into thought, as a mulberry leaf is converted into satin."
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Date: August 31, 1837
"The new deed is yet a part of life, — remains for a time immersed in our unconscious life. In some contemplative hour, it detaches itself from the life like a ripe fruit, to become a thought of the mind."
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Date: August 31, 1837
"But he, in his private observatory, cataloguing obscure and nebulous stars of the human mind, which as yet no man has thought of as such, — watching days and months, sometimes, for a few facts; correcting still his old records; — must relinquish display and immediate fame."
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Date: August 31, 1837
"And whatsoever new verdict Reason from her inviolable seat pronounces on the passing men and events of to-day, -- this he shall hear and promulgate."
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Date: August 31, 1837
"The unstable estimates of men crowd to him whose mind is filled with a truth, as the heaped waves of the Atlantic follow the moon."
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Date: August 31, 1837
"For this self-trust, the reason is deeper than can be fathomed, — darker than can be enlightened."
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Date: August 31, 1837
"The mind of this country, taught to aim at low objects, eats upon itself."
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Date: March 1843
"The mind is in a sad state when Sleep, the all-involving, cannot confine her spectres within the dim region of her sway, but suffers them to break forth, affrighting this actual life with secrets that perchance belong to a deeper one."
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