Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes
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Words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words.
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We are wiser than we know.
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Discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will.
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If you would lift me up you must be on higher ground.
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The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.
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It is time to be old, To take in sail: - The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said: 'No more!
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None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have.
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I regard it as the irresistible effect of the Copernican astronomy to have made the theological scheme of redemption absolutely incredible
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O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught.
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We are a puny and fickle folk. Avarice, hesitation, and following are our diseases.
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When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless.
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It is my desire, in the office of a Christian minister, to do nothing which I cannot do with my whole heart. Having said this, I have said all.
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Solvency is maintained by means of a national debt, on the principle, 'If you will not lend me the money, how can I pay you?'
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The highest revelation is that God is in every man.
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Out from the heart of Nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old.
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The sublime is excited in me by the great stoical doctrine, Obey thyself.
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We do not yet possess ourselves, and we know at the same time that we are much more.
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A man is a golden impossibility. The line he must walk is a hair's breadth. The wise through excess of wisdom is made a fool.
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Some of your hurts you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you endured From evils which never arrived!
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There is a tendency for things to right themselves.
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He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.
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The revelation of thought takes men out of servitude into freedom.
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Mysticism is the mistake of an accidental and individual symbol for an universal one.
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And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.