Words are finite organs of the infinite mind. They cannot cover the dimensions of what is in truth. They break, chop, and impoverish it.
The Prose Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson (ed. 1870)
Words are finite organs of the infinite mind. They cannot cover the dimensions of what is in truth. They break, chop, and impoverish it.
The Prose Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson (ed. 1870)