A Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson

What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All. — © Ralph Waldo Emerson
What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All.
Whatever you hear at the barber shop, stays at the barber shop.
When you go into your customary barber shop, you will wait for the man who gives you a little better shave, a little trimmer hair-cut. Business leaders are looking for the same things in their offices that you look for in the barber shop.
Take your ass to the barber shop. Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an asshole.
Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier-white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And big with vengeance beats the barber-black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber-red: Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.
I don't have any beauty shop memories. I remember the barber shop.
When's the last time you went into a barber shop and saw everyone there unconsious?
If the guy that writes you checks says cut your hair, off to the barber shop you go. That's that.
In high school, I majored in brick masonry. We had the wood shop, the machine shop, so I know about all that. I wanted to build buildings when I graduated from high school. I do know my way around that stuff.
You say to a brick, 'What do you want, brick?' And brick says to you, 'I like an arch.' And you say to brick, 'Look, I want one, too, but arches are expensive and I can use a concrete lintel.' And then you say: 'What do you think of that, brick?' Brick says: 'I like an arch.'
I don't know nothing about the restaurant business, but I've been around a barber shop all my life. That's where I used to get my dates in high school.
I don't shop just high-end, honestly. I shop at Zara, I shop at Topshop, I shop at H&M. I shop everywhere.
We pave the sunlit path toward justice together, brick by brick. This is my brick.
Every small town has its dramatic group, its barber-shop quartet, every home has music in one form or another.
But I'm not saying anything because I've just noticed the brick. Or rather the lack of brick. Of course, some of the dark shapes on the floor probably are bricks, but they don't look like my brick. The one that can be up against the door. But isn't.
I bumped into Mike Epps in a barber shop. I was in the Warner Brothers studios trying to find my way for an audition and director Jordan Peele was just standing talking in a corner, so I had to introduce myself.
In the barber shop you start playing checkers, and eventually you want to learn how to play chess. The pieces look a little more interesting. You're doing more things. I'm pretty good at it.
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