Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.
Ralph Waldo EmersonFor poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem.
Ralph Waldo EmersonEach work of art excludes the world, concentrates attention on itself. For the time it is the only thing worth doing -to do just that; be it a sonnet, a statue, a landscape, an outline head of Caesar, or an oration. Presently we return to the sight of another that globes itself into a whole as did the first, for example, a beautiful garden; and nothing seems worth doing in life but laying out a garden.
Ralph Waldo EmersonA man in a cave or in a camp, a nomad, will die with no more estate than the wolf or the horse leaves.
Ralph Waldo Emerson