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Ralph Waldo Emerson
There never was...
There never was a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him asleep.
The world is...
The world is his who can see through its pretension.
Source: In Webster's...
We are ashamed...
We are ashamed of our thoughts and often see them brought forth by others.
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To a physician,...
To a physician, each man, each woman, is an amplification of one organ.
Source: In...
There is one...
There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their...
These times of...
These times of ours are serious and full of calamity, but all times are essentially alike. As soon as there is life...
There is this...
There is this to be said in favor of drinking, that it takes the drunkard first out of society, then out of the...
We are born...
We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.
Source: The...
To be yourself...
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest...
There is this...
There is this benefit in brag, that the speaker is unconsciously expressing his own ideal. Humor him by all means;...
Though we travel...
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it...
Those who cannot...
Those who cannot tell what they desire or expect, still sigh and struggle with indefinite thoughts and vast...
We are prisoners...
We are prisoners of ideas.
Source: In
Valor consists in...
Valor consists in the power of self recovery.
Source: In
They conquer who...
They conquer who believe they can. He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a...
To know how...
To know how to suggest is the great art of teaching.
Source: In Webster's...
Thought makes every...
Thought makes every thing fit for use.
Source: In
We can see...
We can see well into the past; we can guess shrewdly into the future; but that which is rolled up and muffled in...
Want is a...
Want is a growing giant whom the coat of Have was never large enough to cover.
Thou art to...
Thou art to me a delicious torment.
Source: Essays, 'Friendship.'
-- Ralph Waldo...