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.
Each work of art excludes the world, concentrates attention on itself. For the time it is the only thing worth doing -to do just that; be it a sonnet, a statue, a landscape, an outline head of Caesar, or an oration. Presently we return to the sight of another that globes itself into a whole as did the first, for example, a beautiful garden; and nothing seems worth doing in life but laying out a garden.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Art creates a world of its own, demanding our full attention and devotion.
Ralph Waldo Emerson's quote reflects on the nature of art and its ability to captivate our focus completely. He suggests that in the presence of a work of art, whether it's a poem, a sculpture, or a beautiful garden, it becomes the sole pursuit worthy of our efforts, momentarily overshadowing all else in life. This intensity of focus on beauty, whether in crafted creations or nature, emphasizes the profound impact art has on our perception of what is meaningful.
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Example use cases
In a discussion about the significance of art in our lives, one might use this quote to highlight how art captures our attention.
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