Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The growth of the intellect is spontaneous in every expansion.
The mind that grows could not predict the times, read more
The growth of the intellect is spontaneous in every expansion.
The mind that grows could not predict the times, the means, the
mode of that spontaneity. God enters by a private door into
every individual.
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems read more
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
There is properly no history, only biography.
There is properly no history, only biography.
Our best thoughts come from others.
Our best thoughts come from others.
Men are what their mothers made them
Men are what their mothers made them
