Trust Thyself

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.

poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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