Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on read more

Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through
Under the Andes to the Cape,
Suffered no savor of the earth to escape.

Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
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Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek.
I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!

Enthusiasm is the mother of effort, and without it nothing great was ever achieved.

Enthusiasm is the mother of effort, and without it nothing great was ever achieved.

Whatever limits us, we call Fate

Whatever limits us, we call Fate

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.