Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journals, 1843, February 8:
We are all chemists who only know our own gold. Men cast pearls about in large companies where I go, and none but I seems to know that they are pearls.
A cornucopia of elegant excerpts, a collectanea of passages, a florilegium of ideas, a gallimaufry of aperçus, musing flowers of yore, an anthologia of verse (a Parnassus), an omnium gatherum of etymologies and origins, all singled out carefully by hand.
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Reminescences Of The Former Paradise
Anonymous (A Lover of Flowers), The Lover’s Language of Flowers; Expressive of the Sentiments of the Heart (London: W. Nicholson & Son...
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Henry David Thoreau, Journal , March 31, 1852 (emphasis mine): Why the moaning of the storm gives me pleasure. Methinks it is be cause it pu...
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Carl C. Jung, “The Love Problem of a Student,” in Civilization in Transition (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1978, vol. 10 of the C...
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William Rounseville Alger, The Solitudes of Nature and of Man; or, The Loneliness of Human Life (Boston, Roberts Brothers, 1867), 122-24, 1...
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