Man was born to be rich, or to inevitably grow rich, by the use of his faculties: by the union of thought with nature.
Ralph Waldo EmersonI see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind.
Ralph Waldo Emerson