Quote by Knut Hamsun
In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. W

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the passing, we have arrived. – Knut Hamsun

Other quotes by Knut Hamsun

You are welcome to your intellectual pastimes and books and art and newspapers welcome, too, to your bars and your whisky that only makes me ill. Here am I in the forest, quite content. – Knut Hamsun

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Art
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There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil ones coffee and fill ones pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it. – Knut Hamsun

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alone
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I have had much to learn from Swedens poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last generation. – Knut Hamsun

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Poetry
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Other Quotes from
Letters
category

It consisted of a half-sheet of letter-paper, folded in the fashion of those days when as yet the envelope was undiscovered… – J.C. Atkinson, “Witch Stories and Witch Antidotes,” Forty Years in a Moorland Pa

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Letters

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity. – Walt Whitman

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Letters

My songs are just little letters to me. – Ani Difranco

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Letters

It takes two to write a letter as much as it takes two to make a quarrel. – Elizabeth Drew

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Letters

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You cannot hold your head high with your hand out. – Yiddish Proverb

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In the world of energy politics, the sudden vanishing of the word coal is a remarkable and unprecedented event. – Jeff Goodell

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An ordinary man can… surround himself with two thousand books… and thenceforward have at least one place in the world in which it is possible to be happy. – Augustine Birrell

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