We do not yet possess ourselves, and we know at the same time that we are much more.
Ralph Waldo EmersonGo, speed the stars of Thought On to their shining goals; - The sower scatters broad his seed, The wheat thou strew'st be souls.
Ralph Waldo EmersonHe that writes to himself writes to an eternal public. That statement only is fit to be made public, which you have come at in attempting to satisfy your own curiosity.
Ralph Waldo Emerson