I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.

Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

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.

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.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.