The world is a divine dream, from which we may presently awake to the glories and certainties of day.
Ralph Waldo EmersonWhat you do thunders above your head so loudly, I cannot hear the words you speak.
Ralph Waldo EmersonSickness is poor-spirited, and cannot serve anyone; it must husband its resources to live. But health or fullness answers its own ends, and has to spare, runs over, and inundates the neighborhoods and creeks of other men's necessities.
Ralph Waldo Emerson