Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts.
Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes
The Society is his, who sees through it’s pretention. What deafness, what stone-blind custom, what overgrown error you behold, is there only by sufference – your sufference. See it to be a lie, and you have already dealt it, its mortal blow.
Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding.
The secret of success in society is a certain heartiness and sympathy. A man who is not happy in company, cannot find any word in his memory that will fit the occasion; all his information is a little impertinent. A man who is happy there, finds in every turn of the conversation occasions for the […]
The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco.
Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
Old age brings along with its uglinesses the comfort that you will soon be out of it, which ought to be a substantial relief to such discontented pendulums as we are. To be out of the war, out of debt, out of the drouth, out of the blues, out of the dentist’s hands, out of […]
If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.
This filthy enactment (The Fugitive Slave Law) was made in the nineteenth century, by people who could read and write. I will not obey it, by God.