Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.
I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.
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.
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.
Only an inventor knows how to borrow, and every man is or should be an inventor.
Only an inventor knows how to borrow, and every man is or should be an inventor.
Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks, he is free.
Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks, he is free.
