The world is all gates, all opportunities,
strings of tension waiting to be struck.
Light from Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 -1882) American Essayist, Philosopher, Poet
A man is known
by the books he reads,
by the company he keeps,
by the praise he gives,
by his dress,
by his tastes,
by his distastes,
by the stories he tells,
by his gait,
by the motion of his eye,
by the look of his house,
of his chamber,
for nothing on earth is solitary,
but everything hath affinities infinite.
by the books he reads,
by the company he keeps,
by the praise he gives,
by his dress,
by his tastes,
by his distastes,
by the stories he tells,
by his gait,
by the motion of his eye,
by the look of his house,
of his chamber,
for nothing on earth is solitary,
but everything hath affinities infinite.
Is it not the chief disgrace of the world,
not to be a unit; not to be reckoned one character;
not to yield that peculiar fruit with each man was created to bear,
but to be reckoned in the gross,
in the hundred, or thousand,
or the part, the section, to which we belong;
and our opinion predicted geographically,
as the north or south?
not to be a unit; not to be reckoned one character;
not to yield that peculiar fruit with each man was created to bear,
but to be reckoned in the gross,
in the hundred, or thousand,
or the part, the section, to which we belong;
and our opinion predicted geographically,
as the north or south?
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