Ralph Waldo Emerson ( 10 of 488 )
Go put your creed into your deed,
Not speak with double tongue.
Go put your creed into your deed,
Not speak with double tongue.
If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and
there abide, the huge world will come round read more
If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and
there abide, the huge world will come round to him.
Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
Culture is one thing and varnish is another.
Culture is one thing and varnish is another.
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.
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation read more
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide. -Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Whenever you are sincerely pleased you are nourished.
Whenever you are sincerely pleased you are nourished.
Speech is power: speech is to persuade, to convert, to compel
Speech is power: speech is to persuade, to convert, to compel
Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an read more
Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
