Quotes from Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let us leave hurry to slaves.

Those who live to the future must always appear selfish to those who live to the present.

Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.

A poem, a sentence, causes us to see ourselves. I be, and I see my being, at the same time.

A moment is a concentrated eternity.

If you visit your friend, why need you apologize for not having visited him, and waste his time and deface your own act? Visit him now.

The reason of idleness and of crime is the deferring of our hopes. Whilst we are waiting, we beguile the time with jokes, with sleep, with eating, and with crimes.

For no man can write anything who does not think that what he writes is, for the time, the history of the world.

If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone.

Every true man is a cause, a country, and an age; requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his design;--and posterity seem to follow his steps as a train of clients.

In the actual world--the painful kingdom of time and place--dwell care, and canker, and fear. With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy.

A true man belongs to no other time or place, but is the center of things.

Washington, where an insignificant individual may trespass on a nation's time.

The years teach much the days never know.

A day is a miniature eternity.

The intuition of the moral sentiment is an insight of the perfection of the laws of the soul. These laws execute themselves. They are out of time, out of space, and not subject to circumstance.

Friends are like spaghetti, they should stick together. The only way to have a friend is to be one.

Spoons and skimmers you can be undistinguishably together; but vases and statues require each a pedestal for itself.

The desire of gold is not for gold. It is not the love of much wheat, and wool and household stuff. It is the means of freedom and benefit.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each once a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage.

A deep man believes that the evil eye can whither, the heart's blessing can heal, and that love can overcome all odds.

Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it well and serenely

Heaven is large, and affords space for all modes of love and fortitude.

Some thoughts always find us young, and keep us so. Such a thought is the love of the universal and eternal beauty.