“Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson , book Quatrains

Quatrains, Nature
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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American philosopher, essayist, and poet 1803–1882

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