How much more the seeker of abstract truth, who needs periods of isolation, and rapt concentration, and almost a going out of thebody to think!
Ralph Waldo EmersonSleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe Americans have many virtues, but they have not Faith and Hope. I know no two words whose meaning is more lost sight of.
Ralph Waldo Emerson