More from Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.
- Essays
What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say.
Letters and Social Aims (1876)
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
