1368 ordspråk av Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.
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Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.
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Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.
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Nature is no spendthrift, but takes the shortest way to her ends
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Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere
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Nature magically suits a man to his fortunes, by making them the fruit of his character
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Nature never wears a mean appearance. When we speak of nature in this manner, we have a distinct but most poetical sense of mind.
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Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
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Necessity does everything well.
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Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting.
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Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God's handwriting - a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.
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Never read any book that is not a year old
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Never self-possessed, or prudent, love is all abandonment.
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New arts destroy the old.
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New York is a sucked orange.
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