Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The true poem is the poet's mind.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, and he who has one enemy will meet read more
He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, and he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.
We grant no dukedoms to the few,
We hold like rights and shall;
Equal on Sunday in read more
We grant no dukedoms to the few,
We hold like rights and shall;
Equal on Sunday in the pew,
On Monday in the mall.
For what avail the plough or sail,
Or land, or life, if freedom fail?
Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.
Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.
