Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale,
their feet are cold, their heads are read more
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale,
their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without
sleep, the day a fear of interruption,--pallor, squalor, hunger,
and egotism. If you come near them and see what conceits they
entertain--they are abstractionists, and spend their days and
nights in dreaming some dream; in expecting the homage of society
to some precious scheme built on a truth, but destitute of
proportion in its presentment, of justness in its application,
and of all energy of will in the schemer to embody and vitalize
it.
One man's justice is another's injustice; one man's beauty is another's ugliness; one man's wisdom is another's folly.
One man's justice is another's injustice; one man's beauty is another's ugliness; one man's wisdom is another's folly.
Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear,
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Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear,
Looking seaward well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is the word they wish to hear.
We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.
We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.
Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.
Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.
