To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same fields, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The accepted and betrothed lover has lost the wildest charm of his maiden in her acceptance of him. She was heaven whilst he pursued her as a star: she cannot be heaven, if she stoops to such a one as he.
It is one of those fables, which, out of an unknown antiquity, convey an unlooked-for wisdom, that the gods, in the beginning, divided Man into men, that he might be more helpful to himself; just as the hand was divided into fingers, the better to answer its end.
Nothing is beneath you if it is in the direction of your life.
The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child.
They measure their esteem of each other by what each has, and not by what each is. But a cultivated man becomes ashamed of his property, out of new respect for his nature.
Shall we then judge a country by the majority, or by the minority? By the minority, surely.
Standing on the bare ground – my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space – all mean egotism vanishes.
Coolness and absence of heat and haste indicate fine qualities.
There is no one who does not exaggerate. In conversation, men are encumbered with personality, and talk to much.
Man is timid and apologetic. He is no longer upright. He dares not say I think, I am but quotes some saint or sage. He is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose. These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are, they exist with God to-day.
Books are the best type of influence of the past...Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding. The books of an older period will not fit this.