Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.