Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
To believe in luck - is skepticism
To believe in luck - is skepticism
Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an read more
Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Friendship demands the ability to do without it.
Friendship demands the ability to do without it.
To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for read more
To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men--that is genius.
Sanity is very rare: every man almost, and every woman, has a dash of madness.
Sanity is very rare: every man almost, and every woman, has a dash of madness.
