Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands; To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all; I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I too late Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
The day are ever divine as to the first Aryans. They are of the least pretension, and of the greatest capacity of anything that exists. They come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party; but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.
The whole of what we know is a system of compensations. Each suffering is rewarded; each sacrifice is made up; every debt is paid.
Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill? Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill.
A man in debt is so far a slave.
Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.
Go put your creed into your deed, Not speak with double tongue.
The ship of heaven guides itself and will not accept a wooden rudder.
Art and power will go on as they have done,--will make day out of night, time out of space, and space out of time.
Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks, he is free.
Men are what their mothers made them.
It is dainty to be sick, if you have leisure and convenience for it.
Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.
Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man. When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair.
We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation-rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing.
The secret in education lies in respecting the student.
The secret of education is respecting the pupil.
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide.
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide. -Ralph Waldo Emerson.
I pay the schoolmaster, but 'tis the schoolboys that educate my son. -Ralph Waldo Emerson.
We are shut up in schools and college recitation rooms for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bellyfull of words and do not know a thing. The things taught in schools and colleges are not an education, but the means of education. -Ralph Waldo Emerson.
An empire is an immense egotism.
Eloquence is the power to translate a truth into language perfectly intelligible to the person to whom you speak.