“The last year has forced us all into politics... We do not breathe well. There is infamy in the air... [it] robs the landscape of beauty, and takes the sunshine out of every
http://classicpenguin.tumblr.com/post/126339021699/ralph-waldo-emerson-nature-monday-first-lines So now I need to decide how to spend the rest of my Monday.
Whitman makes his case boldly and enthusiastically in the first three lines of Song of Myself I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging
In this, at least, I am like Emerson. "I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me."
This post at The Philosopher's Mail— We tend to reproach ourselves for staring out of the window. You are supposed to be working, or studying, or ticking off things on your to-do list.