Ralph Waldo Emerson’s diary, 1835

Bitter cold days, yet I read of that inward fervor which ran as fire from heart to heart through England in George Fox's time. How precisely parallel are the…

There is an elevation of thought from which things venerable become less, because we are in the presence of their Source. When we catch one clear glimpse of the…

The only true economy of time is to rely without interval on your own judgment. Keep the eye and ear open to all impressions, but deepen no impression by effort,…

Home again from Plymouth, with most agreeable recollections.

I spent at Plymouth with Lydia Jackson.

On visits. If I had anything to say to you, you would find me in your house pretty quick.

The wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says. He is my creature, and spite of all his impertinent griefs he shall be glad with me.…

He who writes should seek not to say what may be said, but what has not been said that is yet true. I will read and write. Why not? All the snow is shovelled away,…

If life were long enough, among my thousand and one works should be a book of nature whereof Howitt's Seasons should be not so much the model as the parody. It…