Wonderful intricacy in the web, wonderful constancy in the design this vagabond life admits. Eyes are found in light; ears in auricular air; feet on land; fins in water; wings in air; and, each creature where it was meant to be, with a mutual fitness.
But the Marquis of Worcester, Watt, and Fulton bethought themselves, that, where was power, was not devil, but was God; that it must be availed of, and not by any means let off and wasted.
He is to others as the world. If the wall remain adamant, it accuses the want of thought. Emerson gives the impression that he does not believe in Fate as an end all. The event is the print of your form.
A man speaking from insight affirms of himself what is true of the mind: seeing its immortality, he says, I am immortal; seeing its invincibility, he says, I am strong. A man must ride alternately on the horses of his private and his public nature, as the equestrians in the circus throw themselves nimbly from horse to horse, or plant one foot on the back of one, and the other foot on the back of the other.
The adaptation is not capricious.