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Portrait of Ray Stannard Baker Ray Stannard Baker,  Adventures in Contentment — Chapter XIV (1907)

“ How we flounder in possessions as in a dark and suffocating bog, wasting our energies not upon life but upon things. Instead of employing our houses, our cities, our gold, our clothing, we let these inanimate things possess and employ us—to what utter weariness. "Blessed be nothing," sighs a dear old lady of my knowledge.
Of all ways of escape I know, the best, though it is far from perfection, is the farm. There a man may yield himself most nearly to the quiet and orderly processes of nature.
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Portrait of Ray Stannard Baker Ray Stannard Baker,  Adventures in Contentment — Chapter XIV (1907)

“ But once in the habit, unpleasant things have a way of fading quickly and quietly from the memory.
And you see after living so many years in the city the worst experience on the farm is a sort of joy!
In most men as I come to know them—I mean men who dare to look themselves in the eye—I find a deep desire for more naturalness, more directness. How weary we all grow of this fabric of deception which is called modern life. How passionately we desire to escape but cannot see the way!
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Portrait of Ray Stannard Baker Ray Stannard Baker,  Adventures in Contentment — Chapter XIV (1907)

“ How many of our joys that we think intellectual are purely physical! This joy of the morning that the poet carols about so cheerfully, is often nothing more than the exuberance produced by a good hot breakfast. Going out of my kitchen door some mornings and standing for a moment, while I survey the green and spreading fields of my farm, it seems to me truly as if all nature were making a bow to me. ”
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