Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The whole of what we know is a system of compensations. Each suffering is rewarded; each sacrifice is made up; read more
The whole of what we know is a system of compensations. Each suffering is rewarded; each sacrifice is made up; every debt is paid.
My work is a game, a very serious game.
My work is a game, a very serious game.
Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.
Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.
Whatever limits us, we call Fate
Whatever limits us, we call Fate
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man.
When Duty whispers low, read more
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man.
When Duty whispers low, Thou must,
The youth replies, I can.
