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
Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong.
There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right.
And truly it demands something godlike in him who cast off the common motives of humanity and ventured to trust himself for a taskmaster.
A man must consider what a rich realm he abdicates when he becomes a conformist.
What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.
Whatever you do, you need courage.
Valor consists in the power of self recovery.
To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs.
Fear is an instructor of great sagacity, and the herald of all revolutions.
Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them.
It is plain that there is no separate essence called courage, no cup or cell in the brain, no vessel in the heart containing drops or atoms that make or give this virtue; but it is the right or healthy state of every man, when he is free to do that which is constitutional to him to do.
Every man has his own courage, and is betrayed because he seeks in himself the courage of other persons.
A great part of courage is the courage of having done the thing before.
What is man born for but to be a Reformer, a Remaker of what man has made? A renouncer of lies; a restorer of truth and good? Imitating that great Nature which embossoms us all, and which sleeps no moment on an old past, but every hour repairs herself, yielding us every morning a new day, with every breath a new life?