The fable runs that the gods mix our pains and pleasure in one cup, and thus mingle for us the adulterate immortality… — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
Every noble life becomes a revelation of the spirit which the love and joy of mankind cannot let perish from remembrance. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
The books that charmed us in youth recall the delight ever afterwards; we are hardly persuaded there are any like them, any… — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
One's life should be sufficiently interesting to furnish entertainment in the record. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
“Concord is a classic land. The names of Emerson and Thoreau and Channing and Hawthorne are associated with the fields and forests and lakes… — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
As education becomes inclusive, introspective, cosmic, promoting whole populations to power and privilege, it enthrones a vast, invisible, personal rule over the common mind. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
Our favorites are few; since only what rises from the heart reaches it, being caught and carried on the tongues of men wheresoever love… — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
Truth is sensitive and jealous of the least encroachment upon its sacredness. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
Truth is inclusive of all the virtues, is older than sects and schools, and, like charity, more ancient than mankind. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
Sympathy wanting, all is wanting; its personal magnetism is the conductor of the sacred spark that lights our atoms, puts us m human communion,… — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
Our friends interpret the world and ourselves to us, if we take them tenderly and truly. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
“Success is sweeter and sweeter if long delayed and gotten through many struggles and defeats.” — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be. — Amos Bronson Alcott Copy Share Image
