thoreau: but men labour under a mistake, they think philosophy is not for the every day sojourner in civilized life

divine postman: we place titles that create limits in our minds

okuhle: and never truly explore our own genius

athi: thus entrusting institutions and corporations to amputate our genius

samantha: the better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost

thoreau: by a seeming fate, commonly called, necessity, they are employed

divine postman: as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break in and steal

mbuso: we give ourselves excuses for not giving up the things we hold dear to our hearts

okuhle: we can only live by grace, our will can only achieve so much the rest lies in the hands of fate

athi: everyday we choose our own fate with the choices that we make

samantha: that is why whoever complains is not doing enough, discontent is want for self-reliance