Quotes about Unity
See yonder leafless tree against the sky, How they diffuse themselves into the air, And ever subdividing separate, Limbs into branches, branches into twigs, As if they loved the element, & hasted To dissipate their being into it.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
The ancient precept, "Know thyself," and the modern precept, "Study nature," become at last one maxim.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
If a man is at once acquainted with the geometric foundation of things and with their festal splendor, his poetry is exact and his arithmetic musical.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Atom from atom yawns as far As moon from earth, or star from star.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
I become the transparent eyeball...
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
A nation, like a tree, does not thrive well till it is engrafted with a foreign stock.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
No member of a crew is praised for the rugged individuality of his rowing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
For it is a fire that kindling its first embers in the narrow nook of a private bosom, caught from a wandering spark out of another private heart, glows and enlarges until it warms and beams upon multitudes of men and women, upon the universal heart of all, and so lights up the whole world and all nature with its generous flames.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
the sense of being which in calm hours arises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them and proceed obviously from the same source... Here is the fountain of action and of thought... We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love is as much its demand as perception. Indeed, neither can be perfect without the other.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
But now we are a mob. Man does not stand in awe of man, nor is his genius admonished to stay at home, to put itself in communication with the internal ocean, but it goes abroad to beg a cup of water of the urns of other men.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson