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Worst, When This Sensualism Intrudes Into The Education Of Young Women, And Withers The Hope And Affection Of Human Nature, By Teaching That Marriage Signifies Nothing But A Housewife's Thrift, And That Woman's Life Has No Other Aim.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Worst, When This Sensualism

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Worst, When This Sensualism Intrudes Into The Education Of Young Women, And Withers The Hope And Affection Of Human Nature, By Teaching That Marriage Signifies Nothing But A Housewife's Thrift, And That Woman's Life Has No Other Aim.

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Christian Inspirational

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Books Are For Nothing But To Inspire

Nature Cannot Be Surprised In Undress. Beauty Breaks In Everywhere.

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Everything In Nature Is Bipolar, Or Has A Positive And A Negative Pole.

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Man Is Not A Farmer, Or A Professor, Or An Engineer, But He Is All. Man Is Priest, And Scholar, And Statesman, And Producer, And Soldier.

There Can Be No High Civility Without A Deep Morality, Though It May Not Always Call Itself By That Name.

The Walking Of Man Is Falling Forwards.

People Are Timid And Apologetic; They Are No Longer Upright; They Dare Not Say "i Think," "i Am," But Quote Some Saint Or Sage. They Are Ashamed Before The Blade Of Grass Or The Blowing Rose. These Roses Under My Window Make No Reference To Former Roses Or To Better Ones; They Are For What They Are; They Exist With God To-day.

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Every Man In His Lifetime Needs To Thank His Faults.

I Can Find My Biography In Every Fable That I Read.

There Is A Remedy For Every Wrong And A Satisfaction For Every Soul.

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Wit Makes Its Own Welcome, And Levels All Distinctions. No Dignity, No Learning, No Force Of Character, Can Make Any Stand Against Good Wit.

Men's Actions Are Too Strong For Them. Show Me A Man Who Has Acted, And Who Has Not Been The Victim And Slave Of His Action.

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Great Men Are Sincere.

Society Gains Nothing Whilst A Man, Not Himself Renovated, Attempts To Renovate Things Around Him; He Has Become Tediously Good Insome Particular But Negligent Or Narrow In The Rest; And Hypocrisy And Vanity Are Often The Disgusting Result.

I See Not Any Road Of Perfect Peace Which A Man Can Walk But After The Counsel Of His Own Bosom.

Daughter Of Heaven And Earth, Coy Spring, With Sudden Passion Languishing, Teaching Barren Moors To Smile, Painting Pictures Mile On Mile, Holds A Cup Of Cowslip Wreaths Whence A Smokeless Incense Breathes.

The Simplest Words,--we Do Not Know What They Mean Except When We Love And Aspire.

Stand Guard At The Portal Of Your Mind.

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I Find The Englishman To Be Him Of All Men Who Stands Firmest In His Shoes. They Have In Themselves What They Value In Their Horses, Mettle And Bottom.

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Do That Which You Fear To Do, And The Fear Will Die.

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Let Not A Man Guard His Dignity, But Let His Dignity Guard Him.

Don't Ever Give Up On Something Or Someone That You Can't Go A Full Day Without Thinking About.

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Good And Bad Are But Names Very Readily Transferable To That Or This.

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If A Man Lose His Balance, And Immerse Himself In Any Trades Or Pleasures For Their Own Sake, He May Be A Good Wheel Or Pin, But He Is Not A Cultivated Man.

A Breath Of Will Blows Eternally Through The Universe Of Souls In The Direction Of Right And Necessity. It Is The Air Which All Intellects Inhale And Exhale, And It Is The Wind Which Blows The Worlds Into Order And Orbit.

People Destined To Meet Will Do So, Apparently By Chance, At Precisely The Right Moment.

A Vivid Thought Brings The Power To Paint It; And In Proportion To The Depth Of Its Source Is The Force Of Its Projection.

I Have Thought A Sufficient Measure Of Civilization Is The Influence Of Good Women.

The Ornaments Of Our Homes Are The Friends That Visit It

To Have Played And Laughed With Enthusiasm, And Sung With Exultation - This To To Have Succeeded.

Courage Of The Soldier Awakes The Courage Of Woman.

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Man Was Born To Be Rich, Or To Inevitably Grow Rich, By The Use Of His Faculties: By The Union Of Thought With Nature.

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Intemperance Is The Only Vulgarity.

Our Debt To Tradition Through Reading And Conversation Is So Massive, Our Protest So Rare And Insignificant-and This Commonly On The Ground Of Other Reading And Hearing-that In Large Sense, One Would Say There Is No Pure Originality. All Minds Quote. Old And New Make The Warp And Woof Of Every Moment. There Is No Thread That Is Not A Twist Of These Two Strands. By Necessity, By Proclivity, And By Delight, We All Quote. It Is As Difficult To Appropriate The Thoughts Of Others As It Is To Invent.

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Only That Mind Draws Me Which I Cannot Read.

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The State Is Our Neighbors; Our Neighbors Are The State.

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No Man Can Quite Emancipate Himself From His Age And Country, Or Produce A Model In Which The Education, The Religion, The Politics, Usages, And Arts, Of His Times Shall Have No Share.

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