The world is his who can see through its pretension.

It is very odd that Nature should be so unscrupulous. She is no saint . . .

Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour and is not reminded of the flux of all things?

The Buddhist, who thanks no man, who says "Do not flatter your benefactors," but who, in his conviction that every good deed can by no possibility escape its reward, will not deceive the benefactor by pretending that he has done more than he should, is a Transcendentalist.

Henceforth, please God, forever I forego the yolk of men's opinions. I will be light-hearted as a bird and live with God. I find him in the bottom of my heart, and I hear continually his voice therein.

Nature is saturated with Deity.

There are many things of which a wise man might wish to be ignorant