If I should sell my forenoons and afternoons to society, as most appear to do, I am sure that for me there would be nothing left worth living for.
Henry David ThoreauAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: July 12, 1817
- Died: May 6, 1862
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