Utter the great sentiment of the world against your own private one. All men are judges, when the matter concerns not them.The Universal tide rises in our cellar,—in every man’s, heart high; but the little private puddle of the Blood trickles to the tongue & the finger ends. We are in thought wise & sublime, in word & deed silly & selfish.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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