He, who loves the bristle of bayonets, only sees in their glitter what beforehand he feels in his hand.
Ralph Waldo EmersonI cannot find language of sufficient energy to convey my sense of the sacredness of private integrity. All men, all things, the state, the church, yea the friends of the heart are phantasms and unreal beside the sanctuary of the heart. With so much awe, with so much fear, let it be respected.
Ralph Waldo EmersonYet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.
Ralph Waldo EmersonA man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the luster of the firmament of bards and sages
Ralph Waldo Emerson