The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
If your friend has displeased you, you shall not sit down to consider it, for he has already lost all memory of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy. Round it all the muses sing. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched. Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
It is true that genius takes its rise out of the mountains of rectitude; that all beauty and power which men covet… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
When we see a soul whose acts are all regal, graceful, and pleasant as roses, we must thank God that such things… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Behold the Sea, The opaline, the plentiful and strong, Yet beautiful as is the rose in June, Fresh as the trickling rainbow… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
In the actual world--the painful kingdom of time and place--dwell care, and canker, and fear. With thought, with the ideal, is immortal… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught strain That… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
People are timid and apologetic; they are no longer upright; they dare not say "I think," "I am," but quote some saint… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew!… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew! — 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
