Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

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More from Ralph Waldo Emerson

I should as soon think of swimming across Charles River when I wish to go to Boston, as of reading all my books in originals when I have them rendered for me in my mother tongue.

Books

In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire.

Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist.

Self-Reliance

The majority of men are bundles of beginnings.

Artists must be sacrificed to their art. Like bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.

"Inspiration," Letters and Social Aims (1876)