"It's the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see."
"When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music echoed to the woods and the sky, and was an accompaniment to my labor which yielded an instant and immeasurable crop. It was no longer beans that I hoed, nor I that hoed beans; and I remembered with as much pity as pride, if I remembered at all, my acquaintances who had gone to the city to attend the oratorios."
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Source: Henry David Thoreau (1882). “Walden”, p.247
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