Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
As the traveler who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct read more
As the traveler who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to find his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world
What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.
What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.
Like any other gift, the gift of grace can be yours only if you'll reach out and take it. Maybe read more
Like any other gift, the gift of grace can be yours only if you'll reach out and take it. Maybe being able to reach out and take it is a gift too.
Artists must be sacrificed to their art. Like bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.
Artists must be sacrificed to their art. Like bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.
The whole of what we know is a system of compensations. Each suffering is rewarded; each sacrifice is made up; read more
The whole of what we know is a system of compensations. Each suffering is rewarded; each sacrifice is made up; every debt is paid.
