Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
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Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek.
I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
Obedience alone gives the right to command.
Obedience alone gives the right to command.
Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough of literature.
Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough of literature.
