The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
In the faces of men and women, I see God.
I know I am deathless. No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. I laugh at what you call dissolution, and I know the amplitude of time.
Wisdom is not finally tested by the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.
Simplicity is the glory of expression.
Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?
Loafe with me on the grass – loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want – not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.
I accept reality and dare not question it.
Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.
The earth does not argue, Is not pathetic, has no arrangements, Does not scream, haste, persuade, threaten, promise, Makes no discriminations, has no conceivable failures, Closes nothing, refuses nothing, shuts none out.
O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.