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"The highest compact we can make with our fellow, is, — "Let there be truth between us two forevermore"."
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Ralph Waldo Emerson"Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see — not to eat, not for love, but only gliding."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, who went by his middle name Waldo, was an American essayist, lecturer, philosopher, minister, abolitionist, and poet who led the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century. He was seen as a champion of individualism and critical thinking, as well as a prescient critic of the countervailing pressures of society and conformity. The German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche
"The highest compact we can make with our fellow, is, — "Let there be truth between us two forevermore"."
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