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Let A Stoic Open The Resources Of Man, And Tell Men They Are Not Leaning Willows, But Can And Must Detach Themselves; That With The Exercise Of Self-trust, New Powers Shall Appear.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Let A Stoic Open

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Let A Stoic Open The Resources Of Man, And Tell Men They Are Not Leaning Willows, But Can And Must Detach Themselves; That With The Exercise Of Self-trust, New Powers Shall Appear.

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Great Men Are Sincere.

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A Great Man Stands On God. A Small Man On A Great Man.

Every Man In His Lifetime Needs To Thank His Faults.

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Let Me Admonish You, First Of All, To Go Alone; To Refuse The Good Models, Even Those Which Are Sacred In The Imagination Of Men, And Dare To Love God Without Mediator Or Veil.

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Words Are Finite Organs Of The Infinite Mind. They Cannot Cover The Dimensions Of What Is In Truth. They Break, Chop, And Impoverish It.

Life Is Not Measured By Its Length, But By Its Depth.

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Wherever Work Is Done, Victory Is Attained.

A Weed Is A Plant Whose Virtue Is Not Yet Known.

First Be A Good Animal.

A Friend May Well Be Reckoned The Masterpiece Of Nature.

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Let The River Roll Which Way It Will, Cities Will Rise On Its Banks.

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Whatever Is Old Corrupts, And The Past Turns To Snakes.

The World Is So Beautiful That I Can Hardly Believe It Exists.

By The Rude Bridge That Arched The Flood, Their Flag To April's Breeze Unfurled, Here Once The Embattled Farmers Stood, And Fired The Shot Heard Round The World. The Foe Long Since In Silence Slept; Alike The Conqueror Silent Sleeps; And Time The Ruined Bridge Has Swept Down The Dark Stream Which Seaward Creeps. On This Green Bank, By This Soft Stream, We Set To-day A Votive Stone; That Memory May Their Deed Redeem, When, Like Our Sires, Our Sons Are Gone.

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The Religion Of One Age Is The Literary Entertainment Of The Next.

What You Are Shouts At Me So Loudly That I Can't Hear A Word You Say.

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I Think All Men Know Better Than They Do; Know That The Institutions We So Volubly Commend Are Go-carts And Baubles; But They Darenot Trust Their Presentiments.

The Only True Gifts Are A Portion Of Yourself.

If The Stars Should Appear But One Night Every Thousand Years How Man Would Marvel And Stare.

Whatever Appeals To The Imagination, By Transcending The Ordinary Limits Of Human Ability, Wonderfully Encourages And Liberates Us.

The Essence Of Age Is Intellect. Wherever That Appears, We Call It Old.

The Spirit Of The World, The Great Calm Presence Of The Creator, Comes Not Forth To The Sorceries Of Opium Or Of Wine.

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

Contemporary American Psychiatrist It Is A Happy Talent To Know How To Play.

We Talk Of Choosing Our Friends, But Friends Are Self-elected.

The Cruelest Foe Is A Masked Benefactor. The Wars Which Make History So Dreary Have Served The Cause Of Truth And Virtue.

The Genius Is A Genius By The First Look He Casts On Any Object. Is His Eye Creative? Does He Not Rest In Angles And Colors, But Beholds The Design,--he Will Presently Undervalue The Actual Object.

So Far As A Person Thinks; They Are Free.

It Never Was In The Power Of Any Man Or Any Community To Call The Arts Into Being. They Come To Serve His Actual Wants, Never To Please His Fancy.

Eloquence Must Be Grounded On The Plainest Narrative.

The World Proceeds From The Same Spirit As The Body Of Man. It Is A Remoter And Inferior Incarnation Of God, A Projection Of God In The Unconscious.

Live In The Sunshine, Swim The Sea, Drink The Wild Air.

A Good Intention Clothes Itself With Sudden Power. When A God Wishes To Ride, Any Chip Or Pebble Will Bud And Shoot Out Winged Feet, And Serve Him For A Horse.

The Music That Can Deepest Reach And Cure All Ill Is Cordial Speech.

Books Are The Best Of Things, Well Used; Abused, Among The Worst...they Are For Nothing But To Inspire.

Are You Not Scared By Seeing That The Gypsies Are More Attractive To Us Than The Apostles?

Men Admire The Man Who Can Organize Their Wishes And Thoughts In Stone And Wood And Steel And Brass.

The Lord Is The Peasant That Was, The Peasant Is The Lord That Shall Be.

Persons Are Fine Things, But They Cost So Much! For Thee I Must Pay Me.

We Have A Great Deal More Kindness Than Is Ever Spoken.

Our Culture, Therefore, Must Not Omit The Arming Of The Man. Let Him Hear In Season, That He Is Born Into The State Of War, And That The Commonwealth And His Own Well-being Require That He Should Not Go Dancing In The Weeds Of Peace, But Warned, Self- Collected, And Neither Defying Nor Dreading The Thunder, Let Him Take Both Reputation And Life In His Hand, And, With Perfect Urbanity, Dare The Gibbet And The Mob By The Absolute Truth Of His Speech, And The Rectitude Of His Behaviour.

Human Character Evermore Publishes Itself. The Most Fugitive Deed And Word, The Intimated Purpose, Express Character.

Deeds And Words

Every Ship Is A Romantic Object, Except That We Sail In. Embark, And The Romance Quits Our Vessel, And Hangs On Every Other Sail In The Horizon.

When A Man Speaks The Truth In The Spirit Of Truth, His Eye Is As Clear As The Heavens. When He Has Base Ends, And Speaks Falsely, The Eye Is Muddy, And Sometimes Asquint.

Every True Man Is A Cause, A Country, And An Age; Requires Infinite Spaces And Numbers And Time Fully To Accomplish His Design;--and Posterity Seem To Follow His Steps As A Train Of Clients.

But Do Your Work, And I Shall Know You. Do Your Work, And You Shall Reinforce Yourself.

Good Writing Is A Kind Of Skating Which Carries Off The Performer Where He Would Not Go, And Is Only Right Admirable When To All Its Beauty And Speed A Subserviency To The Will, Like That Of Walking, Is Added.

The Religion That Is Afraid Of Science Dishonors God And Commits Suicide. Every Influx Of Atheism, Of Skepticism, Is Thus Made Useful As A Mercury Pill Assaulting And Removing A Diseased Religion, And Making Way For Truth.

Fractures Well Cured Make Us More Strong.

The Piety Of The Hebrew Prophets Purges Their Grossness. The Circumcision Is An Example Of The Power Of Poetry To Raise The Low And Offensive.

A Man Of No Conversation Should Smoke.

Genius Has No Taste For Weaving Sand.

She Shows Us Only Surfaces, But She Is Million-fathoms Deep.

The Effect Of The Indulgence Of Human Affection Is A Certain Cordial Exhilaration.

Self-trust Is The First Secret Of Success.

Very Idle Is All Curiosity Concerning Other People's Estimate Of Us, And All Fear Of Remaining Unknown Is Not Less So.

Art Should Exhilarate, And Throw Down The Walls Of Circumstance On Every Side, Awakening In The Beholder The Same Sense Of Universal Relation And Power Which The Work Evinced In The Artist.

The Spirit Only Can Teach. Not Any Profane Man, Not Any Sensual, Not Any Liar, Not Any Slave Can Teach, But Only He Can Give, Whohas; He Only Can Create, Who Is. The Man On Whom The Soul Descends, Through Whom The Soul Speaks, Alone Can Teach. Courage, Piety, Love, Wisdom, Can Teach; And Every Man Can Open His Door To These Angels, And They Shall Bring Him The Gift Of Tongues. But The Man Who Aims To Speak As Books Enable, As Synods Use, As The Fashion Guides, And As Interest Commands, Babbles. Let Him Hush.

Who Looks Upon A River In A Meditative Hour And Is Not Reminded Of The Flux Of All Things?

Society Cannot Do Without Cultivated Men. As Soon As The First Wants Are Satisfied, The Higher Wants Become Imperative.

But It Is Impossible That The Creative Power Should Exclude Itself. Into Every Intelligence There Is A Door Which Is Never Closed,through Which The Creator Passes.

The World Looks Like A Multiplication-table, Or A Mathematical Equation, Which, Turn It How You Will, Balances Itself.

Mathematical Equations

Music Causes Us To Think Eloquently.

I Think The Vice Of Our Housekeeping Is That It Does Not Hold Man Sacred. The Vice Of Government, The Vice Of Education, The Viceof Religion, Is One With That Of The Private Life.

I Have Only One Doctrine, The Infinitude Of The Private Man.

Obedience Alone Gives The Right To Command.

People Are Very Inclined To Set Moral Standards For Others.

A Mind Might Ponder Its Thought For An Epoch, And Not Gain So Much Self-knowledge As The Passion Of Love Shall Teach In A Day.

Had I But Written As Many Odes In Praise Of Muhammad And Ali As I Have Composed For King Mahmud, They Would Have Showered A Hundred Blessings On Me.

If The Whole Of History Is In One Man, It Is All To Be Explained From Individual Experience.

We Early Arrive At The Great Discovery That There Is One Mind Common To All Individual Men: That What Is Individual Is Less Than What Is Universalthat Error, Vice And Disease Have Their Seat In The Superficial Or Individual Nature.

Washington, Where An Insignificant Individual May Trespass On A Nation's Time.

All That Adam Had, All That Caesar Could, You Have And Can Do.... Build, Therefore, Your Own World.

The Englishman Who Has Lost His Fortune Is Said To Have Died Of A Broken Heart.

The Days Come And Go But They Say Nothing, And If We Do Not Use The Gifts They Bring, They Carry Them As Silently Away.

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