Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all read more
The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennuis, vanish,--all duties even.
Harmony of aim, not identity of conclusion, is the secret of sympathetic life.
Harmony of aim, not identity of conclusion, is the secret of sympathetic life.
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.
Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing.
Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing.
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose.
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose.
