Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson

That which we call sin in others is experimentation for us.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

We are shut up in schools and college recitation rooms for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bellyful of words and do not know a thing.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

Money often costs too much.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

Every drop of blood in that man's veins has eyes that look downward.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

The Englishman who has lost his fortune is said to have died of a broken heart.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

Art is a jealous mistress and if a man has a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an ill provider.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

A man's wife has more power over him than the state has.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher

There never was a child so lovely, but his mother was glad to get him asleep.

(1803 – 1882) essayist, poet, & philosopher