Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on read more
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through
Under the Andes to the Cape,
Suffered no savor of the earth to escape.
Culture, with us, ends in headache.
Culture, with us, ends in headache.
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.
One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance of the eye; it transcends speech; it is the read more
One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance of the eye; it transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity.
Can anything be so elegant as to have few wants, and to serve them one's self?
Can anything be so elegant as to have few wants, and to serve them one's self?
