I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

All the past we leave behind; We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O Pioneers!

I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's-self is.

O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.