Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.
I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.
Let us be silent that we may hear the whispers of the gods.
Let us be silent that we may hear the whispers of the gods.
Come, see the north-wind's masonry,
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
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Come, see the north-wind's masonry,
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he
For number or proportion.
Where there is no vision a people perish.
Where there is no vision a people perish.
Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet,
. . . .
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Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet,
. . . .
Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.
