I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

The genius of the United States is not best or most in its executives or legislatures, nor in its ambassadors or authors or colleges, or churches, or parlors, nor even in its newspapers or inventors, but always most in the common people.

Sweet, sane, still Nakedness in Nature! — ah if poor, sick, prurient humanity in cities might really know you once more! Is not nakedness then indecent? No, not inherently. It is your thought, your sophistication, your fear, your respectability that is indecent. There come moods when these clothes of ours are not only too irksome to wear, but are themselves indecent. Perhaps indeed he or she to whom the free exhilarating ecstasy of nakedness in Nature has never been eligible (and how many thousands there are!) has not really known what purity is — nor what faith or art or health really is.

The art of art... is simplicity.

Nothing endures but personal qualities.

Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.