Occupation: Essayist Birth: May 25, 1803 Death: April 27, 1882
To finish the moment, to find the journey's end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom..
No man can quite emancipate himself from his age and country, or produce a model in which the education, the religion, the politics, usages, and arts….
Drudgery, calamity, exasperation, want, are instructors in eloquence and wisdom..
You send your child to the schoolmaster, but 'tis the schoolboys who educate him. You send him to the Latin class, but much of histuition comes, on h….
Every man is not so much a workman in the world as he is a suggestion of that he should be. Men walk as prophecies of the next age..
In excited conversation we have glimpses of the universe, hints of power native to the soul, far-darting lights and shadows of an Andes landscape, su….
Man moves in all modes, by legs of horses, by wings of winds, by steam, by gas of balloon, by electricity, and stands on tiptoe threatening to hunt t….
Why needs a man be rich? Why must he have horses, fine garments, handsome apartments, access to public houses, and places of amusement? Only for want….
True wit never made us laugh..
We judge of a man's wisdom by his hope, knowing that the inexhaustibleness of nature is an immortal youth..
The hero sees that the event is ancillary: it must follow him..
Napoleon said of Massena, that he was not himself until the battle began to go against him; then, when the dead began to fall in ranks around him, aw….
The ancestor of every action is thought; when we understand that we begin to comprehend that our world is governed by thought and that everything wit….
Coolness and absence of heat and haste indicate fine qualities..
Why should all virtue work in one and the same way? Why should all give dollars? It is very inconvenient to us country folk, and we do not think any ….
The religion of one age is the literary entertainment of the next..
I do not wonder at a snowflake, a shell, a summer landscape, or the glory of the stars; but at the necessity of beauty under which the universe lies..
Of immortality, the soul, when well employed, is incurious. It is so well, that it is sure that it will be well. It asks no questions of the Supreme ….
The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck..
Build therefore your own world..
Let us answer a book of ink with a book of flesh and blood..