Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.
The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.
Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone.
Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone.
A man is what he thinks about all day long.
A man is what he thinks about all day long.
We must be our own before we can be another's.
We must be our own before we can be another's.
