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
In the actual world--the painful kingdom of time and place--dwell care, and canker, and fear. With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy.
It is true that genius takes its rise out of the mountains of rectitude; that all beauty and power which men covet are somehow born out of that Alpine district; that any extraordinary degree of beauty in man or woman involves a moral charm.
When we see a soul whose acts are all regal, graceful, and pleasant as roses, we must thank God that such things can be and are.
There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy. Round it all the muses sing.
The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.
The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
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