Ralph Waldo Emerson

A beautiful form is better than a beautiful face; it gives a higher pleasure than statues or pictures; it is the finest of the fine arts.

When a resolute young fellow steps up to the great bully, the world, and takes him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find it comes off in his hand, and that it was only tied on to scare away the timid adventurers.

As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way.

Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.

Reality is a sliding door.

Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.

Good breeding, a union of kindness and independence.

Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair, the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar; invades the sacred hour of silent rest and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.

You can free yourself from aging by reinterpreting your body and by grasping the link between belief and biology.

It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.

I was the same old me. Just like the Moon yesterday. But because of all the other factors that came to play, the darkness, the brightness, the blood red color. They all were a reflection, a projection due to the perfect set of circumstances. The Moon was still the Moon. But it was still labeled the Super Blue Blood Moon, Just so we can have some understanding, but, again I’ll state, the Moon was still just the Moon, just like I was still just me. Whatever you project on me, and I reflect back, doesn’t then make me become a new person, it’s just a reflection of your projection. I am still just me.

A mother’s yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.

Beware what you set your heart upon. For it shall surely be yours.

Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again. The world is not yet exhausted; let me see something tomorrow which I never saw before.

I have lived with several Zen masters – all of them cats.

Croesus said to Cambyses; That peace was better than war; because in peace the sons did bury their fathers, but in wars the fathers did bury their sons.

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.

We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.

The rain comes and what bends will rise. It is a purposeful journey.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

There are a whole lot of things in this world of ours you haven’t started wondering about yet.