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The Soul Comes From Without Into The Human Body, As Into A Temporary Abode, And It Goes Out Of It Anew It Passes Into Other Habitations, For The Soul Is Immortal." "it Is The Secret Of The World That All Things Subsist And Do Not Die, But Only Retire A Little From Sight And Afterwards Return Again. Nothing Is Dead; Men Feign Themselves Dead, And Endure Mock Funerals... And There They Stand Looking Out Of The Window, Sound And Well, In Some Strange New Disguise.

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The Soul Comes From

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The Soul Comes From Without Into The Human Body, As Into A Temporary Abode, And It Goes Out Of It Anew It Passes Into Other Habitations, For The Soul Is Immortal." "it Is The Secret Of The World That All Things Subsist And Do Not Die, But Only Retire A Little From Sight And Afterwards Return Again. Nothing Is Dead; Men Feign Themselves Dead, And Endure Mock Funerals... And There They Stand Looking Out Of The Window, Sound And Well, In Some Strange New Disguise.

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As Many Languages As He Has, As Many Friends, As Many Arts And Trades, So Many Times Is He A Man.

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Write It On Your Heart That Every Day Is The Best Day In The Year.

Nature Always Wears The Colors Of The Spirit. To A Man Laboring Under Calamity The Heat Of His Own Fire Hath Sadness In It. Then There Is A Kind Of Contempt Of The Landscape Felt By Him Who Has Just Lost By Death A Dear Friend. The Sky Is Less Grand As It Shuts Down Over Less Worth In The Population.

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They Think Him The Best Dressed Man, Whose Dress Is So Fit For His Use That You Cannot Notice Or Remember To Describe It.

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The Reliance On Authority Measures The Decline Of Religion, The Withdrawal Of The Soul.

I Think We Must Get Rid Of Slavery Or We Must Get Rid Of Freedom.

Whoso Would Be A Man, Must Be A Nonconformist. He Who Would Gather Immortal Palms Must Not Be Hindered By The Name Of Goodness, But Must Explore It If It Be Goodness. Nothing Is At Last Sacred But The Integrity Of Your Own Mind. Absolve You To Yourself, And You Shall Have The Suffrage Of The World.

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We Forget Ourselves And Our Destinies In Health, And The Chief Use Of Temporary Sickness Is To Remind Us Of These Concerns.

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When Some External Event Raises Your Spirits And You Think Good Days Are Preparing For You, Do Not Believe It. It Can Never Be So. Nothing Can Bring You Peace But Yourself.

There Is Guidance For Each Of Us, And By Lowly Listening We Shall Hear The Right Word.

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The Rhyme Of The Poet Modulates The King's Affairs.

The World Is Upheld By The Veracity Of Good Men: They Make The Earth Wholesome.

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Love, And You Shall Be Loved.

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To Be Is To Live With God.

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For The Existing World Is Not A Dream, And Cannot With Impunity Be Treated As A Dream; Neither Is It A Disease; But It Is The Ground On Which You Stand, It Is The Mother Of Whom You Were Born.

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The Society Of The Energetic Class, In Their Friendly And Festive Meetings, Is Full Of Courage, And Of Attempts, Which Intimidatethe Pale Scholar.

If You Love And Serve Man, You Cannot, By Any Hiding Or Stratagem, Escape Remuneration.

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The History Of Mankind Interests Us Only As It Exhibits A Steady Gain Of Truth And Right, In The Incessant Conflict Which It Records Between The Material And The Moral Nature.

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"do Not Call Yourself An "artist-photographer" And Make "artist-painters" And "artist-sculptors" Laugh; Call Yourself A Photographer And Wait For Artists To Call You Brother."

To Make Knowledge Valuable, You Must Have The Cheerfulness Of Wisdom.

The Invariable Mark Of Wisdom Is To See The Miraculous In The Common.

Education Should Be As Broad As Man.

Men Have Come To Speak Of The Revelation As Somewhat Long Ago Given And Done, As If God Were Dead. The Injury To Faith Throttles The Preacher; And The Goodliest Of Institutions Becomes An Uncertain And Inarticulate Voice.

A Beautiful Woman Is A Practical Poet.

The World Is All Gates, All Opportunities, Strings Of Tension Waiting To Be Struck.

Nothing Can Be More Delicate Without Being Fantastical, Nothing More Firm And Based In Nature And Sentiment, Than The Courtship And Mutual Carriage Of The Sexes.

All Successful Men Have Agreed In One Thing -- They Were Causationists. They Believed That Things Went Not By Luck, But By Law; That There Was Not A Weak Or A Cracked Link In The Chain That Joins The First And Last Of Things.

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The Essence Of Greatness Is The Perception That Virtue Is Enough.

Man Sheds Grief As His Skin Sheds Rain.

For The Resolute And Determined, There Is Time And Opportunity.

We Cannot Overstate Our Debt To The Past, But The Moment Has The Supreme Claim.

My Angel,-his Name Is Freedom,- Choose Him To Be Your King; He Shall Cut Pathways East And West, And Fend You With His Wing.

Black Men Built The Railroads, Not Blue Eyes.

Nature Ever Faithful Is To Such As Trust Her Faithfulness.

All My Best Thoughts Were Stolen By The Ancients.

The Best Bribe Which London Offers To-day To The Imagination, Is, That, In Such A Vast Variety Of People And Conditions, One Can Believe There Is Room For Persons Of Romantic Character To Exist, And That The Poet, The Mystic, And The Hero May Hope To Confront Their Counterparts.

But Harder Still It Has Proved To Resist And Rule The Dragon Money, With His Paper Wings. Chancellors And Boards Of Trade, Pitt, Peel, And Bobinson, And Their Parliaments, And Their Whole Generation, Adopted False Principles, And Went To Their Graves In The Belief That They Were Enriching The Country Which They Were Impoverishing.

By Virtue Of The Deity Thought Renews Itself Inexhaustibly Every Day And The Thing Whereon It Shines, Though It Were Dust And Sand, Is A New Subject With Countless Relations.

A Man Builds A Fine House; And Now He Has A Master, And A Task For Life.

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Our Statute Is A Currency Which We Stamp With Our Own Portrait.

Never Lose An Opportunity Of Seeing Anything Beautiful, For Beauty Is God's Handwriting.

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We Gain The Strength Of The Temptation We Resist.

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Coolness And Absence Of Heat And Haste Indicate Fine Qualities.

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In Every Man There Is Something Wherein I May Learn Of Him, And In That I Am His Pupil.

The Best Effort Of A Fine Person Is Felt After We Have Left Their Presence.

The State Is A Poor, Good Beast Who Means The Best: It Means Friendly.

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Character Teaches Above Our Wills.

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Romeo, Of Dead, Should Be Cut Up Into Little Stars To Make The Heavens Fine. Life, With This Pair, Has No Other Aim, Asks No More,than Juliet,--than Romeo.

Begin And Proceed On A Settled Conviction That But Little Is Permitted To Any Man To Do Or To Know, And If He Complies With The First Grand Laws, He Shall Do Well.

The Solitary Knows The Essence Of The Thought, The Scholar In Society Only Its Fair Face.

Every Experiment, By Multitudes Or By Individuals, That Has A Sensual And Selfish Aim, Will Fail.

Be Not The Slave Of Your Own Past - Plunge Into The Sublime Seas, Dive Deep, And Swim Far.

The Measure Of A Master Is His Success In Bringing All Men Around To His Opinion Twenty Years Later.

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