Ralph Waldo Emerson

Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Teaching barren moors to smile,
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Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Teaching barren moors to smile,
Painting pictures mile on mile,
Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths
Whence a smokeless incense breathes.

For me, commerce is of trivial import; love, faith, truth of character, the aspiration of man, these are sacred; nor read more

For me, commerce is of trivial import; love, faith, truth of character, the aspiration of man, these are sacred; nor can I detach one duty, like you, from all other duties, and concentrate my forces mechanically on the payment of moneys

There is no true orator who is not a hero.

There is no true orator who is not a hero.

Born for success, he seemed
With grace to win, with heart to hold,
With shining gifts that read more

Born for success, he seemed
With grace to win, with heart to hold,
With shining gifts that took all eyes.

We must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture, which we are willing to give read more

We must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture, which we are willing to give the advantage of a good light.