In my utter impotence to test the authenticity of the report of my senses, to know whether the impressions they make on me correspond with outlying objects, what difference does it make, whether Orion is up there in heaven, or some god paints the image in the firmament of the soul?
Ralph Waldo EmersonThrow a stone into the stream and the ripples that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence.
Ralph Waldo EmersonMusic takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startles out wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.
Ralph Waldo Emerson