1368 ordspråk av Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.
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Society is a hospital of incurables.
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Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding
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Society is always taken by surprise at any new example of common sense.
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Society is infested by persons who, seeing that the sentiments please, counterfeit the expression of them. These we call sentimentalists--talkers who mistake the description for the thing, saying for having.
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Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts.
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Solitude is impractical and yet society is fatal.
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Solitude is the safeguard of mediocrity. . . to genius the stern friend.
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Solvency is maintained by means of a national debt, on the principle, ''If you will not lend me the money, how can I pay you?
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Some books leave us free and some books make us free.
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Some men are born to own, and can animate all their possessions. Others cannot: their owning is not graceful; it seems to be a compromise of their character: they seem to steal their own dividends.
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Some natures are too good to be spoiled by praise.
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Some of your grief you have cured, and lived to survive; but what torments of pain have you endured that haven't as yet arrived.
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Some of your hurts you have cured, / And the sharpest you still have survived, / But what torments of grief you endured / From evils which never arrived!
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Some thoughts always find us young, and keep us so. Such a thought is the love of the universal and eternal beauty.
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