To fill the hour; that is happiness to fill the hour, and leave no crevice for a repentance or an approval.
Ralph Waldo EmersonAll things with which we deal preach to us. What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun,--it is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.
Ralph Waldo Emerson