I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as a powerful conqueror, and nothing exterior to me will ever take command of me.

Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.

When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the hand, … Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I require nothing further, I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

From this hour, freedom! Going where I like, my own master.

In the faces of men and women, I see God.

The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.