Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Dear to us are those who love us. . . but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy, for read more
Dear to us are those who love us. . . but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy, for they add another life; they build a heaven before us whereof we had not dreamed, and thereby supply to us new powers out of the recesses of the spirit . . .
Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
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Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek.
I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!
Common sense is genius dressed in its working clothes.
Common sense is genius dressed in its working clothes.
Language is fossil poetry.
Language is fossil poetry.
Discontent is want of self-reliance; it is infirmity of will
Discontent is want of self-reliance; it is infirmity of will
