1368 ordspråk av Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hitch your wagon to a star. Let us not fag in paltry works which serve our pot and bag alone.
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Hospitality: a little fire, a little food, and an immense quiet.
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How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!
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How much of human life is lost in waiting.
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How painful to give a gift to any person of sensibility, or of equality! It is next worst to receiving one
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I am ashamed to think how easily we capitulate to badges and names, to large societies and dead institutions
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I am not much an advocate for traveling, and I observe that men run away to other countries because they are not good in their own, and run back to their own because they pass for nothing in the new places. For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?
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I am the doubter and the doubt, / And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
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I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and new.
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I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and new. Shall i not call God The beautiful, who daily showth himself so to me in his gifts.
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I awoke with devout thanksgiving for my friends.
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I can find my biography in every fable that I read
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I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.
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I cannot find language of sufficient energy to convey my sense of the sacredness of private integrity
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I cannot forgive a scholar his homeless despondency.
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