Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?
For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?
The only reward of virtue is virtue.
The only reward of virtue is virtue.
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.
Nature magically suits a man to his fortunes, by making them the fruit of his character.
Nature magically suits a man to his fortunes, by making them the fruit of his character.
As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way.
As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way.
