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"We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man’s features, and meanness or sensuality to imbrute them."

- Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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"There was with her a feeling of having descended in the social scale, with a corresponding sense of having risen in the spiritual. Every step which she took toward relieving herself from obligations added to her strength and expansion as an individual. She began to look with her own eyes; to see and to apprehend the deeper undercurrents of life. No longer was she content to ‘feed upon opinion’ when her own soul had invited her."

- Kate Chopin, The Awakening

"This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough."

- Mary Hunter Austin, The Land of Little Rain