Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes
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Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.
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The only way to have a friend is to be one.
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Hitch your wagon to a star.
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Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.
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Life is our dictionary.
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Our chief want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be.
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What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.
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Wherever the invitation of men or your own occasions lead you, speak the very truth, as your life and conscience teach it, and cheer the waiting, fainting hearts of men with new hope and new revelation.
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Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment.
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Men are what their mothers made them.
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God screens us evermore from premature ideas.
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There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.
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Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting.
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As soon as there is life there is danger.
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A man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is the world.
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Life only avails, not the having lived. Power ceases in the instant of repose; it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state, in the shooting of the gulf, in the darting to an aim.
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O tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire; One morn is in the mighty heaven, And one in our desire.
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Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul. Strictly speaking, therefore, all that is separate from us, all which Philosophy distinguishes as the 'Not Me,' that is, both nature and art, all other men and my own body, must be ranked under this name, 'Nature.'
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In this pleasing contrite wood-life which God allows me, let me record day by day my honest thought without prospect or retrospect, and, I cannot doubt it, it will be found symmetrical, though I mean it not and see it not. My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.
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A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
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There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
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Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.
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Manners require time, and nothing is more vulgar than haste.
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The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself.