Ever the words of the gods resound; But the porches of man's ear seldom in this low life's round are unsealed, that he may hear.
Ralph Waldo EmersonLife has no memory. That which proceeds in succession might be remembered, but that which is coexistent, or ejaculated from a deeper cause, as yet far from being conscious, knows not its own tendency.
Ralph Waldo EmersonIntellect is a fire; rash and pitiless it melts this wonderful bone-house which is called man. Genius even, as it is the greatestgood, is the greatest harm.
Ralph Waldo Emerson