“Write it on your heartthat every day is the best day in the year.He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the daywho allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.Finish every day and be done with it.You have done what you could.Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;begin it well and serenely, with too high a spiritto be cumbered with your old nonsense.This new day is too dear,with its hopes and invitations,to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”

“Write it on your heartthat every day is the best day in the year.He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the daywho allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.Finish every day and be done with it.You have done what you could.Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;begin it well and serenely, with too high a spiritto be cumbered with your old nonsense.This new day is too dear,with its hopes and invitations,to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”

“Ralph Waldo Emerson“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson”

“Love what is simple and beautiful. These are the essentials.”

“What lies behind us & what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. -Ralph Waldo Emerson”

“Line in nature is not found;Unit and universe are round;In vain produced, all rays return;Evil will bless, and ice will burn.”

“Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong to live as well as think.”

“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.”

“So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man,When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.”

“Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.”

“No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this.”

“There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet.”