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Hence, Instead Of Man Thinking, We Have The Bookworm. Hence, The Book-learned Class, Who Value Books, As Such; Not As Related To Nature And The Human Constitution, But As Making A Sort Of Third Estate With The World And The Soul. Hence, The Restorers Of Readings, The Emendators, The Bibliomaniacs Of All Degrees.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Hence, Instead Of Man

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Hence, Instead Of Man Thinking, We Have The Bookworm. Hence, The Book-learned Class, Who Value Books, As Such; Not As Related To Nature And The Human Constitution, But As Making A Sort Of Third Estate With The World And The Soul. Hence, The Restorers Of Readings, The Emendators, The Bibliomaniacs Of All Degrees.

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I Give You Joy Of Your Free And Brave Thought. I Have Great Joy In It. I Find Incomparable Things Said Incomparably Well, As They Must Be. I Find The Courage Of Treatment Which So Delights Us, And Which Large Perception Only Can Inspire.

Let Him Be Great, And Love Shall Follow Him. Nothing Is More Deeply Punished Than The Neglect Of The Affinities By Which Alone Society Should Be Formed, And The Insane Levity Of Choosing Associates By Others Eyes.

Self Sacrifice Is The Real Miracle Out Of Which All The Reported Miracles Grow.

Every Evil To Which We Do Not Succumb Is A Benefactor.

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If Eyes Were Made For Seeing, Then Beauty Is Its Own Excuse For Being.

If A Man Owns Land, The Land Owns Him.

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The Power Of Love, As The Basis Of A State, Has Never Been Tried.

The Machine Unmakes The Man. Now That The Machine Is So Perfect, The Engineer Is Nobody.

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The Ancestor Of Every Action Is A Thought.

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The Soul Raised Over Passion Beholds Identity And Eternal Causation, Perceives The Self-existance Of Truth And Right, And Calms Itself With Knowing That All Things Go Well.

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But When You Have Chosen Your Part, Abide By It, And Do Not Weakly Try To Reconcile Yourself With The World.

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