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
The hues of the opal, the light of the diamond, are not to be seen if the eye is too near.
From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all.
The best lightning rod for your protection is your own spine.
Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.
A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.
Anger is that powerful internal force that blows out the light of reason.
One idea lights a thousand candles.
Among the multitude of scholars and authors, we feel no hallowing presence; we are sensible of a knack and skill rather than of inspiration; they have a light, and know not whence it comes, and call it their own; their talent is some exaggerated faculty, some overgrown member, so that their strength is a disease.
Why should you renounce your right to traverse the star-lit deserts of truth, of the premature comforts of an acre, house, and barn? Truth also has its roof, and bed, and board.
Let it suffice that in the light of these two facts, namely, that the mind is One, and that nature is its correlative, history isto be read and written.
As gas-light is found to be the best nocturnal police, so the universe protects itself by pitiless publicity.
Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the foaming sea, To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free.
The tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning.
Go out of the house to see the moon, and't is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey.