A Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The universe does not jest with us, but is in earnest. — © Ralph Waldo Emerson
The universe does not jest with us, but is in earnest.
The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
Divinity is not playful. The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensibl e earnest. By a power that is unfathomably secret, and holy, and fleet. There is nothing to be done about it, but ignore it, or see.
The squirrel that you kill in jest, dies in earnest.
If anything is spoken in jest, it is not fair to turn it to earnest.
As my mother once said: The boys throw stones at the frog in jest. But the frogs die in earnest.
There is terrible suffering in our world today. Tragic things happen to good people. God does not cause them, nor does He always prevent them. He does, however, strengthen us and bless us with His peace, through earnest prayer.
Speak not injurious words neither in jest nor earnest; scoff at none, although they give occasion.
Every dream is a prophecy: every jest is an earnest in the womb of Time.
The boys throw rocks at the frogs in jest. But the frogs die in earnest.
What does the universe want from us? It wants us to be alive. It wants us to fully partake in life. The universe thrives on the music we create.
The great reason why we have so little good preaching is that we have so little piety. To be eloquent one must be in earnest; he must not only act as if he were in earnest, or try to be in earnest, but be in earnest.
Many wise words are spoken in jest, but they don't compare with the number of stupid words spoken in earnest.
The reason while we are in danger in this universe is this: We need the universe but the universe does not need us!
I don't believe that there is a human creature in his senses, arrived to maturity, that at some time or other has not been carried away by this passion (sc. envy) in good earnest; yet I never met with any one who dared own he was guilty of it but in jest.
The Irish always jest even though they jest with tears.
"The birds can fly, an' why can't I? Must we give in," says he, with a grin, "'T the blackbird an' phoebe are smarter 'n we be? Jest fold our hands, an' see the swaller An' blackbird an' catbird beat us holler? ... Jest show me that! er prove 't that bat Hez got more brains thans's in my hat, An' I'll back down, an' not till then!"
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