Ralph Waldo Emerson
The imbecility of men is always
inviting the impudence of power.
Category: Carpe Diem
What would be the use of
immortality to a person who cannot
use well a half an hour.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime
about our eyes, as night hovers all
day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
I hate the giving of the hand
unless the whole man accompanies
The hues of the opal, the light of
the diamond, are not to be seen if
the eye is too near.
If we shall take the good we find,
asking no questions, we shall have
What is a weed? A plant whose
virtues have not yet been