 At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical,...  So this Then is the Essay on Self-reliance - Page 34by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1902 - 46 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 798 pages
...intoxieated with sights and suggestions; but I am not intoxieated. My giant goes with me wherever I go. But the rage of travelling is itself only a symptom of a deeper unsoundness affeeting the whole intelleetual aetion. The intelleet is vagabond, and the universal system of edueation... | |
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