Ralph Waldo Emerson
Philosopher
We aim above the mark to hit the mark.
A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer.
Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.
I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.
From Self-Reliance and Other Essays
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.
It is one of the beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.
Miss Austen’s novels … seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in the wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world. Never was life so pinched and narrow. The one problem in the mind of the writer … is marriageableness.
We aim above the mark to hit the mark.
A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer.
Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.
I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.
From Self-Reliance and Other Essays
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.
It is one of the beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.
Miss Austen’s novels … seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in the wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world. Never was life so pinched and narrow. The one problem in the mind of the writer … is marriageableness.
We aim above the mark to hit the mark.
A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer.
Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.
I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.
From Self-Reliance and Other Essays
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.
It is one of the beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.
Miss Austen’s novels … seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in the wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world. Never was life so pinched and narrow. The one problem in the mind of the writer … is marriageableness.