The masters painted for joy, and knew not that virtue had gone out of them. They could not paint the like in… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
A bullet had found him, his blood ran out as he cried. No money could save him, so he laid down and… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Nature is no sentimentalist, - does not cosset or pamper us. We must see that the world is rough and surly, and… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Every moment instructs, and every object; for wisdom is infused into every form. It has been poured into us as blood; it… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
There is a capacity of virtue in us, and there is a capacity of vice to make your blood creep. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
If the individuals who compose the purest circles of aristocracy in Europe, the guarded blood of centuries, should pass in review,in such… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
But, if we explore the literature of Heroism, we shall quickly come to Plutarch, who is its Doctor and historian. To him… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Up and away for life! be fleet!- The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ears, my hands are stones, Curdles… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The craft with which the world is made runs also into the mind and character of men. No man is quite sane;… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Why should we assume the faults of our friend, or wife, or father, or child, because they sit around our hearth, or… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs; The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Every friend whom not thy fantastic will but the great and tender heart in thee craveth, shall lock thee in his embrace.… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I look on Sculpture as history. I do not think the Apollo and the Jove impossible in flesh and blood. Every trait… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
We are the children of many sires, and every drop of blood in us in its turn betrays its ancestor. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
If any mention was made of homicide, madness, adultery, and intolerable tortures, we would let the church-bells ring louder, the church-organ swell… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The history of mankind interests us only as it exhibits a steady gain of truth and right, in the incessant conflict which it records… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
If we will not interfere with our thought, but will act entirely, or see how the thing stands in God, we know the particular… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
If there is any period one would desire to be born in, is it not the age of Revolution; when the old and the… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
A man cannot speak but he judges himself. With his will or against his will he draws his portrait to the eye of his… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Consideration is the soil in which wisdom may be expected to grow, and strength be given to every up-springing plant of duty. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“There is then creative reading as well as creative writing. When the mind is braced by labor and invention, the page of whatever book… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Another success is the post-office, with its educating energy augmented by cheapness and guarded by a certain religious sentimentin mankind; so that the power… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
A child reminds us that playtime is an essential part of our daily routine. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
No man can be criticised but by a greater than he. Do not, then, read the reviews. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Coal lay in ledges under the ground since the Flood, until a laborer with pick and windlass brings it to the surface. We may… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
