in Thoreau’s Journal:
The year is but a succession of days, and I see that I could assign some office to each day which, summed up, would be the history of the year.
Everything is done in season, and there is no time to spare.
in Thoreau’s Journal:
The year is but a succession of days, and I see that I could assign some office to each day which, summed up, would be the history of the year.
Everything is done in season, and there is no time to spare.