The idea of bringing someone into the world fills me with horror. I would curse myself if I were a father. A son of mine! Oh no, no, no! May my entire flesh perish and may I transmit to no one the aggravations and the disgrace of existence.

Nothing, of course, will ever take the place of the good old fashion of 'liking' a work of art or not liking it; the more improved criticism will not abolish that primitive, that ultimate, test.

Unselfish and noble acts are the most radiant epochs of the biography of souls.

It takes two to speak the truth - one to speak and another to hear.

Written By Henry David Thoreau

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