Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill? Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill.

Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill? Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill.

A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life: he is to read more

A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life: he is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair, the rest of his days.

Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet,
. . . .
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Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet,
. . . .
Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great read more

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great are jails,
And head-winds right for royal sails.

When I have attempted to join myself to others by services, it
proved an intellectual trick,--no more. They eat read more

When I have attempted to join myself to others by services, it
proved an intellectual trick,--no more. They eat your service
like apples, and leave you out. But love them, and they feel
you, and delight in you all the time.