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On the Brink of Mysteries and Harmonies

Men live on the brink of mysteries and harmonies into which yet they never enter, and with their hand on the door-latch they die outside.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Posted on June 5, 2009March 31, 2011Author aliCategories QuotationsAuthor Emerson

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