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We Commonly Say That The Rich Man Can Speak The Truth, Can Afford Honesty, Can Afford Independence Of Opinion And Action;--and That Is The Theory Of Nobility. But It Is The Rich Man In A True Sense, That Is To Say, Not The Man Of Large Income And Large Expenditure, But Solely The Man Whose Outlay Is Less Than His Income And Is Steadily Kept So.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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We Commonly Say That

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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We Commonly Say That The Rich Man Can Speak The Truth, Can Afford Honesty, Can Afford Independence Of Opinion And Action;--and That Is The Theory Of Nobility. But It Is The Rich Man In A True Sense, That Is To Say, Not The Man Of Large Income And Large Expenditure, But Solely The Man Whose Outlay Is Less Than His Income And Is Steadily Kept So.

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Justice Satisfies Everybody, And Justice Alone.

He Who Would Be A Great Soul In The Future, Must Be A Great Soul Now.

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Do Not Tell Me Of My Obligation To Put All Poor Men In Good Situations. Are They My Poor? I Tell Thee, Thou Foolish Philanthropist, That I Grudge The Dollar, The Dime, The Cent, I Give To Such Men As Do Not Belong To Me And To Whom I Do Not Belong

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Be Yourself; No Base Imitator Of Another, But Your Best Self.

And Dazzling Memory Revive.refresh The Faded Tints, Recut The Aged Prints, And Write My Old Adventures, With The Pen Which, On The First Day, Drew Upon The Tablets Blue The Dancing Pleiads, And The Eternal Men.

You Shall Have Joy, Or You Shall Have Power, Said God; You Shall Not Have Both.

Music Causes Us To Think Eloquently.

Activity Is Contagious.

'tis A Superstition To Insist On A Special Diet. All Is Made At Last Of The Same Chemical Atoms.

The Artist Always Has The Masters In His Eyes.

The "times," "the Age" What Is That, But A Few Profound Persons And A Few Active Persons Who Epitomize The Times?

The House Praises The Carpenter.

Marriage (in What Is Called The Spiritual World) Is Impossible, Because Of The Inequality Between Every Subject And Every Object.

Fear God, And Where You Go Men Shall Think They Walk In Hallowed Cathedrals.

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The Things Taught In Schools & Colleges Are Not An Education But The Means Of Education.

He That Rides His Hobby Gently Must Always Give Way To Him That Rides His Hobby Hard.

By Necessity, By Proclivity, And By Delight, We All Quote.

The Tendencies Of The Times Favor The Idea Of Self-government, And Leave The Individual, For All Code, To The Rewards And Penalties Of His Own Constitution, Which Work With More Energy Than We Believe, Whilst We Depend On Artificial Restraints.

Not In Nature But In Man Is All The Beauty And Worth He Sees. The World Is Very Empty, And Is Indebted To This Gilding, Exalting Soul For All Its Pride.

We Are Not Very Much To Blame For Our Bad Marriages. We Live Amid Hallucinations, And Especial Trap Is Laid To Trip Up Our Feet With, And All Are Tripped Up First Or Last. But The Mighty Mother, Who Had Been So Sly With Us, As If She Felt She Owed Us Some Indemnity, Insinuates Into The Pandora Box Of Marriage Some Deep And Serious Benefits, And Some Great Joys.

Thought And Knowledge Are Natures In Which Apparatus And Pretension Avail Nothing. Gowns, And Pecuniary Foundations, Though Of Towns Of Gold, Can Never Countervail The Least Sentence Or Syllable Of Wit. Forget This, And Out American Colleges Will Recede In Their Public Importance Whilst They Grow Richer Every Year.

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.

The Poet's Habit Of Living Should Be Set On A Key So Low That The Common Influences Should Delight Him.

The Best University That Can Be Recommended To A Man Of Ideas Is The Gauntlet Of The Mob.

Men Of Sense Esteem Wealth To Be The Assimilation Of Nature To Themselves, The Converting Of The Sap And Juices Of The Planet To The Incarnation And Nutriment Of Their Design.

Health Is The First Muse, And Sleep Is The Condition To Produce It.

Flowers Are The Earth Laughing.

Beauty Is The Pilot Of The Young Soul.

A Chief Event Of Life Is The Day In Which We Have Encountered A Mind That Startled Us.

In The Presence Of Nature, A Wild Delight Runs Through The Man, In Spite Of Real Sorrows.

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Nature Is No Sentimentalist, - Does Not Cosset Or Pamper Us. We Must See That The World Is Rough And Surly, And Will Not Mind Drowning A Man Or A Woman; But Swallows Your Ship Like A Grain Of Dust. The Cold, Inconsiderate Of Persons, Tingles Your Blood, Benumbs Your Feet, Freezes A Man Like An Apple. The Diseases, The Elements, Fortune, Gravity, Lightning, Respect No Persons.

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What I Need Is Someone Who Will Make Me Do What I Can.

It Happens To Us Once Or Twice In A Lifetime To Be Drunk With Some Book Which Probably Has Some Extraordinary Relative Power To Intoxicate Us And None Other; And Having Exhausted That Cup Of Enchantment We Go Groping In Libraries All Our Years Afterwards In The Hope Of Being In Paradise Again.

Nobody Is Glad In The Gladness Of Another, And Our System Is One Of War, Of An Injurious Superiority. Every Child Of The Saxon Race Is Educated To Wish To Be First. It Is Our System; And A Man Comes To Measure His Greatness By The Regrets, Envies, And Hatreds Of His Competitors.

The Whole Value Of The Dime Is In Knowing What To Do With It.

The Only Method To Possess A Buddy Is Always To Be One.

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Good Manners Are Made Up Of Petty Sacrifices.

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The Picture Waits For My Verdict; It Is Not To Command Me, But I Am To Settle Its Claim To Praise.

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A Man Must Thank His Defects, And Stand In Some Terror Of His Talents.

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Science Is Nothing But The Finding Of Analogy, Identity, In The Most Remote Parts.

Every Ship That Comes To America Got Its Chart From Columbus.

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Whatever We Think And Say Is Wonderfully Better For Our Spirits And Trust In Another Mouth.

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