Quote #224
He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread.
More from Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Fear not, then, thou child infirm, There's no god dare wrong a worm.
- Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill? Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill.
- Nor mourn the unalterable Days That Genius goes and Folly stays.
- Deep in the man sits fast his fate To mould his fortunes, mean or great.
- England's genius filled all measure Of heart and soul, of strength and pleasure, Gave to the mind its emperor, And life was larger than bef…
- For the prevision is allied Unto the thing so signified; Or say, the foresight that awaits Is the same Genius that creates.
- So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
- Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and…