Thoughts Rule The World.

Nature Is Reckless Of The Individual. When She Has Points To Carry, She Carries Them.

My Own Mind Is The Direct Revelation Which I Have From God And Far Least Liable To Mistake In Telling His Will Of Any Revelation.

The Rich Mind Lies In The Sun And Sleeps, And Is Nature.

Beauty Is The Moment Of Transition, As If The Form Were Just Ready To Flow Into Other Forms.

The Philanthropists Inquire Whether Transcendentalism Does Not Mean Sloth: They Had As Lief Hear That Their Friend Is Dead, As That He Is A Transcendentalist; For Then Is He Paralyzed, And Can Never Do Anything For Humanity.