Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
And striving to be Man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
And striving to be Man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
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.
Skepticism is slow suicide.
Skepticism is slow suicide.
All violence, all that is dreary and repels, is not power, but the absence of power.
All violence, all that is dreary and repels, is not power, but the absence of power.
Truth is the property of no individual but is the treasure of all men.
Truth is the property of no individual but is the treasure of all men.