Ralph Waldo Emerson

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.

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.

Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.

Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems read more

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

All history is a record of the power of minorities, and of minorities of one.

All history is a record of the power of minorities, and of minorities of one.