I trust you realize what an exaggerator I am, —that I lay myself out to exaggerate whenever I have an opportunity, —pile Pelion upon Ossa, to reach h… - Henry David Thoreau

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I trust you realize what an exaggerator I am, —that I lay myself out to exaggerate whenever I have an opportunity, —pile Pelion upon Ossa, to reach heaven so. Expect no trivial truth from me, unless I am on the witness-stand.

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About Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau (12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862) was an American essayist, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, and historian. A leading transcendentalist, Thoreau is best known for his book Walden, a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and his essay Resistance to Civil Government (also known as Civil Disobedience), an argument for disobedience to an unjust state.

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Birth Name: David Henry Thoreau
Alternative Names: Thoreau Henry D. Thoreau Henry Thoreau

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