Ralph Waldo Emerson

Chide me not, laborious band!
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
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Chide me not, laborious band!
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.

We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation-rooms, for ten or fifteen years, read more

We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation-rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing.

Men are respectable only as they respect

Men are respectable only as they respect

Happiness is like a kiss...you must share it to enjoy it.

Happiness is like a kiss...you must share it to enjoy it.

The virtues of society are vices of the saint. The terror of reform is the discovery that we must cast read more

The virtues of society are vices of the saint. The terror of reform is the discovery that we must cast away our virtues, or what we have always esteemed such, into the same pit that has consumed our grosser vices.