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
They (the days) come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party; but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away
A man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is the world
A man's what he thinks about all day long
There never was a child so lovely, but his mother was glad to get him asleep.
A sect or party is an incognito devised to save man from the vexation of thinking.
Speech is power: speech is to persuade, to convert, to compel
Nor sequent centuries could hit Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit
Jesus Christ belonged to the true race of prophets. He saw with open eye the mystery of the soul. Drawn by its severe harmony, ravished with its beauty, he lived in it and had his being there. Alone in all history, he estimated the greatness of man.
It came into him life, it went out from him truth. It came to him short-lived actions; it went from him poetry. It was a dead fact; now, it is quick thought. It can stand, and it can go. It now endures, it now flies, it now inspires. Precisely in porportion to the depth of mind from which it issued, so high does it soar, so long does it live.
There is no beautifier of complexion or form of behavior like the wish to scatter joy, and not pain, around us.
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!
A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs; The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays
In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire
These times of ours are serious and full of calamity, but all times are essentially alike