In all conversation between two persons, tacit reference is made, as to a third party, to a common nature. That third party or common nature is not social; it is impersonal; is God.

New York is a sucked orange. All conversation is at an end, when we have discharged ourselves of a dozen personalities, domestic or imported, which make up our American existence.

When a man says to me, "I have the intensest love of nature," at once I know that he has none.

[A]s if life were a thunder-storm wherein you can see by a flash the horizon, and then cannot see your hand.

Nothing can bring you happiness but yourself especially how you choose to think about your situation.

Nature is saturated with Deity.

The most active lives have so much routine as to preclude progress almost equally with the most inactive.