Ralph Waldo Emerson

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great read more

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great are jails,
And head-winds right for royal sails.

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.

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.

We change, whether we like it or not

We change, whether we like it or not

Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is read more

Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him.