Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson, known professionally as Waldo Emerson, was an American essayist, lecturer, and poet who led the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century. He was seen as a champion of individualism and a prescient critic of the countervailing pressures of society, and he disseminated his thoughts through dozens of published essays and more than 1,500 public lectures across the United States...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth25 May 1803
CountryUnited States of America
Ideas must work through the brains and the arms of good and brave men or they are no better than dreams.
Of cheerfulness, or a good temper - the more it is spent, the more of it remains.
Many times the reading of a book has made the future of a man.
Half a man's wisdom goes with his courage.
The highest compact we can make with our fellow is - "Let there be truth between us two forevermore."
Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing.
Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as two sides of an algebraic equation.
To laugh often and love much... to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to give one's self... this is to have succeeded.
When the man is at home, his standing in society is well known and quietly taken; but when he is abroad, it is problematical, and is dependent on the success of his manners.
Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other.
Men are conservatives when they are least vigorous or when they are most luxurious-they are conservatives after dinner.
It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once a poem.
For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem.
Good poetry could not have been otherwise written than it is. The first time you hear it, it sounds rather as if copied out of some invisible tablet in the Eternal mind than as if arbitrarily composed by the poet.