To eat bread is one thing; to love the precepts of Christ and resolve to obey them is quite another. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Intellectual tasting of life will not supersede muscular activity. If a man should consider the nicety of the passage of a piece… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The plays of children are nonsense, but very educative nonsense. So it is with the largest and solemnest things, with commerce, government,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The glory of the farmer is that, in the division of labors, it is his part to create. All trade rests at… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The finest poems of the world have been expedients to get bread. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“Days" Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Make yourself necessary to the world, and mankind will give you bread. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
If we suddenly plant our foot, and say, - I will neither eat nor drink nor wear nor touch any food or… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. Society… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Health and appetite impart the sweetness to sugar, bread and meat. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Money is the representative of a certain quantity of corn or other commodity. It is so much warmth, so much bread. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I pray my companion, if he wishes for bread, to ask me for bread, and if he wishes for sassafras or arsenic,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
All men are poets at heart. They serve nature for bread, but her loveliness overcomes them sometimes. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Alas for the unhappy man that is called to stand in the pulpit, and not give the bread of life. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The world is filled with the proverbs and acts and winkings of a base prudence, which is a devotion to matter, as… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Explore, and explore, and explore. Be neither chided nor flattered out of your position of perpetual inquiry. Neither dogmatise yourself, nor accept… — 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