Quote #239
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 arrived!
More from Ralph Waldo Emerson
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- A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes; The lover rooted stays.
- Ever from one who comes to-morrow Men wait their good and truth to borrow.
- God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.
- In the vaunted works of Art The master stroke is Nature's part.
- We boil at different degrees.
- 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.
- The best university that can be recommended to a man of ideas is the gauntlet of the mobs.