Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it
Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.
Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.
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.
Our best thoughts come from others.
Our best thoughts come from others.
The world always had the same bankrupt look, to foregoing ages as to us.
The world always had the same bankrupt look, to foregoing ages as to us.
