Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes
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Whatever limits us we call Fate.
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Let us draw a lesson from nature, which always works by short ways. When the fruit is ripe, it falls.
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Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.
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His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong.
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Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity.
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Nor sequent centuries could hit Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.
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Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?
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England’s genius filled all measure Of heart and soul, of strength and pleasure, Gave to the mind its emperor, And life was larger than before: Nor sequent centuries could hit Orbit and sum of Shakespeare’s wit. The men who lived with him became Poets, for the air was fame.
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The soul is subject to dollars.
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I think no virtue goes with size; The reason of all cowardice Is, that men are overgrown, And, to be valiant, must come down To the titmouse dimension.
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A man is the whole encyclopedia of facts.
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The cup of life is not so shallow That we have drained the best That all the wine at once we swallow And lees make all the rest.
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It costs a beautiful person no exertion to paint her image on our eyes; yet how splendid is that benefit! It costs no more for a wise soul to convey his quality to other men.
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Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.
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If I made laws for Shakers or a school, I should gazette every Saturday all the words they were wont to use in reporting religious experience, as 'spiritual life,' 'God,' 'soul,' 'cross,' etc., and if they could not find new ones next week, they might remain silent.
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The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us.
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The profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader. The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine until an equal mind and heart finds and publishes it.
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Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, but is a stab at the health of human society.
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Circles, like the soul, are neverending and turn round and round without a stop
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The bitterest tragic element in life to be derived from an intellectual source is the belief in a brute Fate or Destiny.
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I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles; Yet not for all his faith can see, Would I that cowled churchman be. Why should the vest on him allure, Which I could not on me endure?
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The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.
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Nature magically suits the man to his fortunes, by making these the fruit of his character.
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Man Thinking must not be subdued by his instruments.