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Author's Words We do not realize half our possibilities. We do not more than begin to possess our inheritance. Our hills are full of gold and we only scratch the sand and the shallow soil on the surface. We live in little bungalows in the valley when there are splendid palaces waiting for us on the hilltops. Shall we not push out our tent pins and get more room to live in? I am sick of four walls and a ceiling, Table of Contents
The Wider Life was published in 1908 The transcription was made by Paula Kuczynski: a volunteer. This is Paulas seventeenth book that she has typed up. |