Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.
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The earth does not want new continents, but new men.
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
On the Improvement of the Understanding
In Praise of Idleness and Other Essays
The Last Tycoon
Moby-Dick; or, The Whale
The Murders in the Rue Morgue
The Mysterious Stranger
The Mystery of Marie Roget
Henry David Thoreau
Classics, Non-Fiction, Philosophy, Autobiography