Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes
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For nature beats in perfect tune, And rounds with rhyme her every rune, Whether she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in air, Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it carves the bow of beauty there, And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.
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The world is his, who has money to go over it.
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There is always a best way of doing everything, if it be to boil an egg. Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each once a stroke of genius or of love, - now repeated and hardened into usage. They form at last a rich varnish, with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned.
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For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?
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Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.
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Good is a good doctor, but Bad is sometimes a better.
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The measure of action is the sentiment from which it proceeds. The greatest action may easily be one of the most private circumstance.
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There is no great and no small To the Soul that maketh all; And where it cometh, all things are; And it cometh everywhere.
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Almost all people descend to meet.
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If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him. 6.
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What is there in 'Paradise Lost' to elevate and astonish like Herschel or Somerville?
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I know that the world I converse with in the city and in the farms, is not the world I think. I observe that difference, and shall observe it. One day I shall know the value and law of this discrepance. But I have not found that much was gained by manipular attempts to realize the world of thought.
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Good-bye, proud world! I’m going home: Thou art not my friend, and I’m not thine.
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The alleged power to charm down insanity, or ferocity in beasts, is a power behind the eye.
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Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse.
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Music is the poor man's Parnassus.
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Announced by all the trumpets of the sky Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
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Whoever fights, whoever falls, Justice conquers evermore.
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He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.
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To-day unbind the captive, So only are ye unbound; Lift up a people from the dust, Trump of their rescue, sound!
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The imagination is not a talent of some men but is the health of every man.
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All the great speakers were bad speakers at first.
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The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.
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When nature removes a great man, people explore the horizon for a successor; but none comes, and none will. His class is extinguished with him. In some other and quite different field the next man will appear.