What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...

We don't ask a flower any special reason for its existence. We just look at it and are able to accept it as being something different from ourselves.

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker. It has always been hard for me to say exactly what I mean in speech But if I have written a clumsiness, I may erase it.

No man can give me any word but Wait.

And if sun comes / How shall we greet him? / Shall we not dread him, / Shall we not fear him / After so lengthy a / Session with shade?

Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.

Life for my child is simple, and is good.