If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways, I keep and pass and turn again.
Ralph Waldo EmersonNature is a rag merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe common experience is, that the man fits himself as well as he can to the customary details of that work or trade he falls into, and tends it as a dog turns a spit. Then he is part of the machine he moves; the man is lost.
Ralph Waldo Emerson