Ralph Waldo Emerson’s diary, 1854

At Jackson, Michigan, Mr. Davis, I believe, a lawyer of Detroit, said to me, on coming out of the lecture-room, " Mr. Emerson, I see that you never learned to write…

If Minerva offered me a gift and an option, I would say give me continuity. I am tired of scraps. I do not wish to be a literary or in- tellectual chiffonier. Away…

Is it that wherever the mind takes a step, it is to put itself at one with a larger class discerned beyond the lesser class with which it has been conversing?