Men admire the man who can organize their wishes and thoughts in stone and wood and steel and brass.
Interpretation
This quote highlights the appreciation for those who can transform abstract desires into tangible creations.
Ralph Waldo Emerson emphasizes the value of individuals who possess the ability to understand and articulate the collective aspirations and ideas of others through the medium of physical materials like stone, wood, steel, and brass. Such individuals are admired not only for their artistic skill but also for their capacity to give form and structure to what is often intangible, thus bridging the gap between thought and reality.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of architecture in shaping our communities, one could use this quote to emphasize the role of architects.
It is plain that there is no separate essence called courage, no cup or cell in the brain, no vessel in the heart containing drops or atoms that make or give this virtue; but it is the right or healthy state of every man, when he is free to do that which is constitutional to him to do.
Few people have any next, they live from hand to mouth without a plan, and are always at the end of their line.
Men cease to interest us when we find their limitations
Tis the good reader that makes the good book; a good head cannot read amiss: in every book he finds passages which seem confidences or asides hidden from all else and unmistakeably meant for his ear.
The world belongs to the energetic.
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
Perhaps the mission of an artist is to interpret beauty to people - the beauty within themselves.
I donβt believe in an art that is not born out of manβs need to open his heart.
Why shouldn't rap be esoteric, able to take in current events, history and criticism? I guess it's this old idea of containment - that rappers, because they're black, can't and shouldn't aspire to look outside the ghetto for influence.
A good photograph is knowing where to stand.
The music comes through me, and I let it come the way it comes, and it shapes itself. I just hold space for it. I don't intend to write it for a purpose, but it comes as it comes and am proud of the way it can support change because I believe strongly in what I sing about.
That strain again! It had a dying fall: _x000D_ _x000D_ O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound _x000D_ _x000D_ That breathes upon a bank of violets, _x000D_ _x000D_ Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: _x000D_ _x000D_ 'Tis not so sweet as it was before.
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