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Senators And Presidents Have Climbed So High With Pain Enough, Not Because They Think The Place Specially Agreeable, But As An Apology For Real Worth, And To Vindicate Their Manhood In Our Eyes. This Conspicuous Chair Is Their Compensation To Themselves For Being Of A Poor, Cold, Hard Nature.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Senators And Presidents Have Climbed So High With Pain Enough, Not Because They Think The Place Specially Agreeable, But As An Apology For Real Worth, And To Vindicate Their Manhood In Our Eyes. This Conspicuous Chair Is Their Compensation To Themselves For Being Of A Poor, Cold, Hard Nature.

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Get Health. No Labor, Effort Nor Exercise That Can Gain It Must Be Grudged.

If The Stars Should Appear One Night In A Thousand Years, How Would Men Believe And Adore; And Preserve For Many Generations The Remembrance Of The City Of God Which Had Been Shown! But Every Night Come Out These Envoys Of Beauty, And Light The Universe With Their Admonishing Smile.

Love Not The Flower They Pluck And Know It Not, And All Their Botany Is Latin Names.

Society Always Consists, In Greatest Part, Of Young And Foolish Persons. The Old, Who Have Seen Through The Hypocrisy Of The Courts And Statesmen, Die, And Leave No Wisdom To Their Sons. They Believe Their Own Newspaper, As Their Fathers Did At Their Age.

Five Great Enemies Of Peace Inhabit Us: Avarice, Ambition, Envy, Anger And Pride.

Men Are Like Geneva Watches With Crystal Faces, Which Expose The Whole Movement.

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

All History Is A Record Of The Power Of Minorities, And Of Minorities Of One.

The Riddle Of The Age Has For Each A Private Solution.

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A Man Must Be Clothed With Society, Or We Shall Feel A Certain Bareness And Poverty, As Of A Displaced And Unfurnished Member. He Is To Be Dressed In Arts And Institutions, As Well As In Body Garments. Now And Then A Man Exquisitely Made Can Live Alone, And Must; But Coop Up Most Men And You Undo Them.

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There Is No Doctrine Of The Reason Which Will Bear To Be Taught By The Understanding.

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We See God Face To Face Every Hour, And Know The Savor Of Nature.

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