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
Steam was till the other day the devil which we dreaded. Every pot made by any human potter or brazier had a hole in its cover, to let off the enemy, lest he should lift pot and roof and carry the house away.
The private life of one man shall be a more illustrious monarchy,--more formidable to its enemy, more sweet and serene in its influence to its friend, than any kingdom in history. For a man, rightly viewed, comprehendeth the particular natures of all men.
The time will come when the evil forms we have known can no more be organized. Man's culture can spare nothing, wants all material. He is to convert all impediments into instruments, all enemies into power.
He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, while he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
Genius is always sufficiently the enemy of genius by over influence. The literature of every nation bear me witness. The English dramatic poets have Shakspearized now for two hundred years.
As the Sandwich Islander believes that the strength and valor of the enemy he kills passes into himself, so we gain the strength of the temptation we resist.
The best efforts of a fine person is felt after we have left their presence.
The best effect of fine persons is felt after we have left their presence
These times of ours are serious and full of calamity, but all times are essentially alike
Not in his goals but in his transitions is man great
A chief event in life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us
In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire
Oh, tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire
A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs; The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays