All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.
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.
Over all the sky - the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?