Emerson was profoundly touched by vedic philosophy like much of the thinkers who came across those texts.. some from his nature, his prose, are very much adorned with these ideas:


[the ideas about balance in the vedas- about karma , and flow]"
The same dualism underlies the nature and condition of man. Every excess causes a defect; every defect an excess. Every sweet hath its sour, every evil its good. Every faculty which is a receiver of pleasure has an equal penalty put on its abuse. It is to answer for its moderation with life. For every grain of wit there is a grain of folly. For everything you have missed, you have gained something else; and for everything you gain, you lose something. If riches increase, they are increased that use them. If the gatherer gathers too much, nature takes out of the man what she puts into his chest; swells the estate, but kills the owner. Nature hates monopolies and exceptions.

Is a man too strong and fierce for society, and by temper and position a bad citizen- a morose ruffian, with a dash of the pirate in him- nature sends him a troop of pretty songs and daughters, who are getting along in the dame's classes.... and love and fear for them smooth his grim scowl to courtesy. Thus she contrives to intenerate the granite and felspar, takes the boar out and puts the lamb in , and keeps her balance true.

The farmer imagines power and place are fine things. But the President has paid dear for his White House. It has commonly cost him all his peace, and the best of his manly attributes. To preserve for a short time so conspicuous an appearance before the world, he is content to eat dust before the real masters who stand erect behind the throne. Or do men desire the more substantial and permanent grandeur of genius? Neither has this an immunity. He who by force of will or of thought is great, and overlooks thousands , has the charges of that eminence. With every influx of light comes new danger. ..
Everything in nature contains all the powers of nature. Every thing is made of one hidden stuff, as the naturalist sees one type under every metamorphosis , and regards a horse as a running a man.. each new form repeats not only the main character of the type, but part for part all the details, all the aims, furtherances, hindrances, energies, and whole system of every other. Every occupation, trade, art, transaction, is a compend of the world, and a correlative of every other. Each one is an entire emblem of human life , of its good, and ill, its trials, its enemies, its course and its end. The world globes itself in a drop of dew. " R.W .E