The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tablets yet unbroken: The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind.
Ralph Waldo EmersonA man in a cave or in a camp, a nomad, will die with no more estate than the wolf or the horse leaves.
Ralph Waldo EmersonArt is not to be found by touring to Egypt, China, or Peru; if you cannot find it at your own door, you will never find it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson