The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us.
Ralph Waldo EmersonIn the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man's own worthiness from other men.
Ralph Waldo EmersonAnd so the reliance on Property, including the reliance on governments which protect it, is the want of self-reliance.
Ralph Waldo EmersonWe must leave our pets at home, when we go into the street, and meet men on broad grounds of good meaning and good sense.
Ralph Waldo EmersonOverhead the sanctities of the stars shine forever-more... pouring satire on the pompous business of the day which they close, and making the generations of men show slight and evanescent.
Ralph Waldo Emerson