Society and solitude: Twelve chaptersEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Society and solitude: Twelve chapters
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century
1. Whatever brings the dweller into a finer life, what educates his
eye, or ear, or hand, whatever purifies and enlarges him, may well find
place there. And yet let him not think that a property in beautiful
objects is necessary to his apprehension of them, and seek to turn
his house into a museum. Rather let the noble practice of the Greeks
find place in our society, and let the creations of the plastic arts
be collected with care in galleries by the piety and taste of the
people, and yielded as freely as the sunlight to all. Meantime, be it
remembered, we are artists ourselves, and competitors, each one, with
Phidias and Raphael in the production of what is graceful or grand. The
fountain of beauty is the heart, and every generous thought illustrates
the walls of your chamber. Why should we owe our power of attracting
our friends to pictures and vases, to cameos and architecture? Why
should we convert ourselves into show-men and appendages to our fine
houses and our works of art? If by love and nobleness we take up into
ourselves the beauty we admire, we shall spend it again on all around
us. The man, the woman, needs not the embellishment of canvas and
marble, whose every act is a subject for the sculptor, and to whose eye
the gods and nymphs never appear ancient; for they know by heart the
whole instinct of majesty.
I do not undervalue the fine instruction which statues and pictures
give. But I think the public museum in each town will one day relieve
the private house of this charge of owning and exhibiting them. I
go to Rome and see on the walls of the Vatican the Transfiguration,
painted by Raphael, reckoned the first picture in the world; or in the
Sistine Chapel I see the grand sibyls and prophets, painted in fresco
by Michael Angelo,--which have every day now for three hundred years
inflamed the imagination and exalted the piety of what vast multitudes
of men of all nations! I wish to bring home to my children and my
friends copies of these admirable forms, which I can find in the shops
of the engravers; but I do not wish the vexation of owning them. I
wish to find in my own town a library and museum which is the property
of the town, where I can deposit this precious treasure, where I and
my children can see it from time to time, and where it has its proper
place among hundreds of such donations from other citizens who have
brought thither whatever articles they have judged to be in their
nature rather a public than a private property.
A collection of this kind, the property of each town, would dignify the
town, and we should love and respect our neighbors more. Obviously, it
would be easy for every town to discharge this truly municipal duty.
Every one of us would gladly contribute his share; and the more gladly,
the more considerable the institution had become.
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