Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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.
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale,
their feet are cold, their heads are read more
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale,
their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without
sleep, the day a fear of interruption,--pallor, squalor, hunger,
and egotism. If you come near them and see what conceits they
entertain--they are abstractionists, and spend their days and
nights in dreaming some dream; in expecting the homage of society
to some precious scheme built on a truth, but destitute of
proportion in its presentment, of justness in its application,
and of all energy of will in the schemer to embody and vitalize
it.
A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.
A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.
Life is not so short but that there is always time for courtesy.
Life is not so short but that there is always time for courtesy.
By necessity, by proclivity, and by delight, we all quote.
By necessity, by proclivity, and by delight, we all quote.
