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Whatever came to him was good. It was life. It was knowledge.

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For he came to perceive that since people were his study, his teachers, the objects through which he could satisfy his persistent wonder about life it...more

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Crowds moved wherever he went, across the bridge to Manhattan, in New York, wherever he went, life flowed and eddied, but he was not part of it.

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There was no need to hurry that future—yet the length of his own youth pressed upon him. Whatever he was to do next he wanted to begin now. But how to...more

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Wandering is never waste, dear boy,' he said. 'While you wander you will find much to wonder about, and wonder is the first step to creation.

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Of course imagination is the beginning of creation. Without imagination there can be no creation.

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This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night.

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To those at the great house it means nothing, this handful of earth, but to me it means how much!" (Buck, 57)