Hitch thy wagon to a star.
The true poem is the poet’s mind.
Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.
What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think.
Abide in the simple and noble regions of thy life, obey thy heart, and thou shalt reproduce the Foreworld again.
Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.
Justice is not postponed. A perfect equity adjusts the balance in all parts of life.
Take what figure you will, its exact value, nor more, nor less, still returns to you. Every secret is told, every crime is punished, every virtue is rewarded, every wrong redressed in silence and certainty.
Men suffer all their lifelong under the foolish superstition that they can be cheated. But it is as impossible for a man to be cheated by anyone but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same time.
More from Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Lived from May 25th, 1803 to April 27th, 1882
- Born in Boston, Massachusetts
- Led the Transcendentalist movement
- Most popular essays are: Self-Reliance, The Over-Soul, Circles, The Poet and Experience
- Died of pneumonia.