There is no thought in any mind, but it quickly tends to convert itself into power.
Ralph Waldo EmersonCome, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion.
Ralph Waldo EmersonOut of Plato come all things that are still written and debated about among men of thought.
Ralph Waldo Emerson