Ralph Waldo Emerson

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.

Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation.
Why? Because I fly hither and thither, read more

Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation.
Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of
me.
[Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu.
Faxit cur? Volito vivu' per ora virum.]

Act, if you like, but you do it at your peril. Men's actions are too strong for them. Show me read more

Act, if you like, but you do it at your peril. Men's actions are too strong for them. Show me a man who has acted and who has not been the victim and slave of his action.

Concentration is the secret of strength.

Concentration is the secret of strength.

Language is a city to the building of which every human being
brought a stone.
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Language is a city to the building of which every human being
brought a stone.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson,