How silent, how spacious, what room for all, yet without place to insert an atom--in graceful succession, in equal fullness, in balanced beauty, the dance of the hours goes forward still. Like an odor of incense, like a strain of music, like a sleep, it is inexact and boundless. It will not be dissected, nor unraveled, nor shown.
Ralph Waldo EmersonNature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other.
Ralph Waldo EmersonHe who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, while he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
Ralph Waldo EmersonAway with this hurrah of masses, and let us have the considerate vote of single men.
Ralph Waldo Emerson