Quote #236
In the vaunted works of Art The master stroke is Nature's part.
More from Ralph Waldo Emerson
- They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt; And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
- Ever from one who comes to-morrow Men wait their good and truth to borrow.
- Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
- The music that can deepest reach, And cure all ill, is cordial speech.
- If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
- Some of your hurts you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you endured From evils which never …
- For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?
- A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes; The lover rooted stays.