Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man.
When Duty whispers low, read more
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man.
When Duty whispers low, Thou must,
The youth replies, I can.
The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.
The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.
Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.
Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. Take which you please; you can never have both.
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. Take which you please; you can never have both.
People do not deserve to have good writings; they are so pleased with bad.
People do not deserve to have good writings; they are so pleased with bad.
