We live in a system of approximations. Every end is prospective of some other end, which is also temporary; a round and final success nowhere. We are encamped in nature, not domesticated.
Ralph Waldo EmersonGo, speed the stars of Thought On to their shining goals; - The sower scatters broad his seed, The wheat thou strew'st be souls.
Ralph Waldo EmersonWho looks upon a river in a meditative hour and is not reminded of the flux of all things?
Ralph Waldo Emerson