Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the read more
Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale,
their feet are cold, their heads are read more
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale,
their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without
sleep, the day a fear of interruption,--pallor, squalor, hunger,
and egotism. If you come near them and see what conceits they
entertain--they are abstractionists, and spend their days and
nights in dreaming some dream; in expecting the homage of society
to some precious scheme built on a truth, but destitute of
proportion in its presentment, of justness in its application,
and of all energy of will in the schemer to embody and vitalize
it.
His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it
to hold the memory read more
His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it
to hold the memory of a wrong.
Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable read more
Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.
Men are what their mothers made them.
Men are what their mothers made them.
