Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.

What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my goodwill, Scattering if freely forever.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait.

O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.

Camden was originally an accident, but I shall never be sorry I was left over in Camden. It has brought me blessed returns.