Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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.
People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.
People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.
We sometimes meet an original gentleman, who, if manners had not existed, would have invented them.
We sometimes meet an original gentleman, who, if manners had not existed, would have invented them.
