Sometimes We Owe A Friend To The

In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man Feeds Upon Himself; In The Thronging Multitude, The Many Feed Upon Him. Now Choose.

Emerson Is A Person Who Lives Instinctively On Ambrosia - And Leaves Everything Indigestible On His Plate.

I Can Still Stand On Life's Narrowest Footing: But Who Would I Be Were I To Show You This Art. Would You Like To See A Ropedancer?

Not He Is Great Who Can Alter Matter, But He Who Can Alter My State Of Mind.

This Sign I Give You: Every People Speaks Its Tongue Of Good And Evil, Which The Neighbor Does Not Understand. It Has Invented Its Own Language Of Customs And Rights.