Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Everything runs to excess; every good quality is noxious if unmixed.
Everything runs to excess; every good quality is noxious if unmixed.
You cannot see the mountain near
You cannot see the mountain near
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.
Concentration is the secret of strength.
Concentration is the secret of strength.
I look on that man as happy, who, when there is a question of success, looks into his work for read more
I look on that man as happy, who, when there is a question of success, looks into his work for a reply.
