self reliance - final excerpt
Borough of Manhattan Community College
City University New York
English Department
“Self-Reliance” [an excerpt]
y Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Ne te quaesiveris extra” 1
“Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.”
— Epilogue to Beaumont and Fletcher’s Honest Man’s Fortune
There is a time in every man's education when he a
ives at the conviction that envy is
ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion;
that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but
through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which
esides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he
know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impres-
sion on him, and another none. […]
Trust thyself: every heart vi
ates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine provi-
dence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great
men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying
their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their
hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest
mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cow-
ards fleeing before a revolution but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty
effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
What pretty oracles nature yields us on this text, in the face and behavior of children,
abes, and even
utes! That divided and rebel mind, that distrust of a sentiment because our
arithmetic has computed the strength and means opposed to our purpose, these have not. Their
mind being whole, their eye is as yet unconquered, and when we look in their faces, we are dis-
concerted. Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes
four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it. So God has armed youth and puberty and
manhood no less with its own piquancy and charm, and made it enviable and gracious and its
“Do not seek outside yourself.”1
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claims not to be put by, if it will stand by itself. Do not think the youth has no force, because he
cannot speak to you and me. Hark! In the next room his voice is sufficiently clear and emphat-
ic. It seems he knows how to speak to his contemporaries. Bashful or bold, then, he will know
how to make us seniors very unnecessary. […]
The nonchalance of boys who are sure of a dinner, and would disdain as much as a lord to
do or say aught to conciliate one, is the healthy attitude of human nature. […] But the man is, as
it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness.
As soon as he has once acted or spoken with éclat, he is a committed person, watched by
the sympathy or the hatred of hundreds, whose affections must now enter into his account. There
is no Lethe for this. Ah, that he could pass again into his neutrality! Who can thus avoid all
pledges, and having observed, observe again from the same unaffected, unbiased, un
ibable,
unaffrighted innocence, must always be formidable. He would utter opinions on all passing af-
fairs, which being seen to be not private, but necessary, would sink like darts into the ears of
men, and put them in fear.
These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we
enter into the world. Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of
its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better secur-
ing of his
ead to each shareholder, to su
ender the liberty and culture of the eater. The virtue
in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but
names and customs.
Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms
must not be hindered by the name of goodness; but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at
last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the
suffrage of the world. I remember an answer which when quite young I was prompted to make
to a valued adviser, who was wont to importune me with the dear old doctrines of the church. On
my saying, What have I to do with the sacredness of traditions if I live wholly from within? my
friend suggested,--"But these impulses may be from below, not from above." I replied, "They do
not seem to me to be such; but if I am the Devil's child, I will live then from the Devil." No law
can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable
to that or this; the only right is what is after my constitution, the only wrong what is against it. A
man is to ca
y himself in the presence of all opposition, as if everything were titular and
ephemeral but he. I am ashamed to think how easily we capitulate to badges and names, to large
societies and dead institutions. Every decent and well-spoken individual affects and sways me
more than is right. I ought to go upright and vital, and speak the rude truth in all ways. If malice
and vanity wear the coat of philanthropy, shall that pass? If an angry bigot assumes this bounti-
ful cause of Abolition, and comes to me with his last news from Ba
ados, why should I not say
to him, "Go love thy infant; love thy wood-chopper: be good-natured and modest: have that
grace; and never varnish your hard, uncharitable ambition with this incredible tenderness for
lack folk a thousand miles off. Thy love afar is spite at home.' Rough and graceless would be
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such greeting, but truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have
some edge to it,--else it is none. The doctrine of hatred must be preached as the counteraction of
the doctrine of love when that pules and whines. I shun father and mother and wife and
other,
when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope it is
somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation. Expect me not
to show cause why I seek or why I exclude company. […]
Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the exception than the rule. There is the man
and his virtues. Men do what is called a good action, as some piece of courage or charity, much
as they would pay a fine in expiation of daily nonappearance on parade. Their works are done as
an apology or extenuation of their living in the world,--as invalids and the insane pay a high
oard. Their virtues are penances. I do not wish to expiate, but to live. My life is for itself and
not for a spectacle. I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain, so it be genuine and equal,
than that it should be glittering and unsteady. I wish it to be sound and sweet, and not to need diet
and bleeding. I ask primary evidence that you are a man, and refuse this appeal from the man to
his actions. I know that for myself it makes not difference whether I do or fo
ear those actions
which are reckoned excellent. I cannot consent to pay for a privilege where I have intrinsic right.
Few and mean as my gifts may be, I actually am, and do not need for my own assurance or the
assurance of my fellows any secondary testimony
What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally ar-
duous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and
meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is
your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is
easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd
keeps the perfect sweetness of the independence of solitude.
The objection to conforming to usages that have become dead to you is, that it scatters
your force. It loses your time and blurs the impression of your character. If you maintain a dead
church, contribute to a dead Bible-society, vote with a great party either for the government or
against it, spread your table like base housekeepers, — under all these screens I have difficulty to
detect the precise man you are. And, of course, so much force is withdrawn from your proper
life. But do your work, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself .
A man must consider what a blindman's-buff is this game of conformity. If I know your
sect, I anticipate your argument. I hear a preacher announce for his text and topic