Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason
Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason
Everything runs to excess; every good quality is noxious if unmixed.
Everything runs to excess; every good quality is noxious if unmixed.
Patience and fortitude conquer all things
Patience and fortitude conquer all things
Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable read more
Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.
His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it
to hold the memory read more
His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it
to hold the memory of a wrong.
