Lectures and biographical sketchesEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Lectures and biographical sketches
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century; Speeches, addresses, etc., American -- 19th century
The ancients were fond of ascribing to their nobles gigantic
proportions and strength. The hero must have the force of ten men. The
chief is taller by a head than any of his tribe. Douglas can throw the
bar a greater cast. Richard can sever the iron bolt with his sword.
The horn of Roland, in the romance, is heard sixty miles. The Cid has
a prevailing health that will let him nurse the leper, and share his
bed without harm. And since the body is the pipe through which we
tap all the succors and virtues of the material world, it is certain
that a sound body must be at the root of any excellence in manners and
actions; a strong and supple frame which yields a stock of strength
and spirits for all the needs of the day, and generates the habit of
relying on a supply of power for all extraordinary exertions. When
Nature goes to create a national man, she puts a symmetry between the
physical and intellectual powers. She moulds a large brain, and joins
to it a great trunk to supply it; as if a fine alembic were fed with
liquor for its distillations from broad full vats in the vaults of the
laboratory.
Certainly, the origin of most of the perversities and absurdities that
disgust us is, primarily, the want of health. Genius is health and
Beauty is health and virtue is health. The petty arts which we blame in
the half-great seem as odious to them also;--the resources of weakness
and despair. And the manners betray the like puny constitution.
Temperament is fortune, and we must say it so often. In a thousand
cups of life, only one is the right mixture,--a fine adjustment to the
existing elements. When that befalls, when the well-mixed man is born,
with eyes not too dull nor too good, with fire enough and earth enough,
capable of impressions from all things, and not too susceptible,--then
no gift need be bestowed on him, he brings with him fortune, followers,
love, power.
“I think he’ll be to Rome
As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
By sovereignty of nature.”
Not the phrenologist but the philosopher may well say, Let me see
his brain, and I will tell you if he shall be poet, king, founder of
cities, rich, magnetic, of a secure hand, of a scientific memory, a
right classifier; or whether he shall be a bungler, driveller, unlucky,
heavy, and tedious.
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