The love of beauty is mainly the love of measure or proportion. The person who screams, or uses the superlative degree, or converses with heat, puts whole drawing-rooms to flight. — Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803â1882 Copy Share Image
All our progress is an unfolding, like the vegetable bud. You first have an instinct, then an opinion, thena knowledge, as the plant has… — Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803â1882 Copy Share Image
The love of beauty is mainly the love of measure or proportion. The person who screams, or uses the superlative degree, or converses with… — Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803â1882 Copy Share Image
Notwithstanding the unaccountable apathy with which of late years the Indians have been sometimes abandoned to their enemies, it is not to be doubted… — Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803â1882 Copy Share Image
