Ральф Уолдо Эмерсон: Цитаты на английском языке (страница 9)

Ральф Уолдо Эмерсон было американский эссеист, поэт, философ, пастор, общественный деятель. Цитаты на английском языке.
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“Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.”

Источник: 1840s, Essays: First Series (1841), Self-Reliance
Контексте: Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so.

“Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.”

May 1849: This is a remark Emerson wrote referring to the unreliability of second hand testimony and worse upon the subject of immortality. It is often taken out of proper context, and has even begun appearing on the internet as "I hate quotations. Tell me what you know" or sometimes just "I hate quotations".
1820s, Journals (1822–1863)
Источник: The Essays of Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson книга Experience

1840s, Essays: Second Series (1844), Experience
Вариант: Nature and books belong to all who see them.

“The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.”

Domestic Life
1870s, Society and Solitude (1870)

“Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.”

Letters and Social Aims, Social Aims
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“People only see what they are prepared to see.”

Источник: The Essential Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.”

1840s, Essays: First Series (1841), Self-Reliance
Источник: Ralph Waldo Emerson on Self Reliance

“Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson книга Experience

1840s, Essays: Second Series (1844), Experience
Контексте: Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus.