Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.
O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?
Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.
The real war will never get in the books.
There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.
The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.
Where the earth is, we are.
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.
Oh, to be alive in such an age, when miracles are everywhere, and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy, of greater marvels yet to be.
I am large, I contain multitudes.
The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.