I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

In nothing is there more evolution than the American mind.

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Without enough wilderness America will change. Democracy, with its myriad personalities and increasing sophistication, must be fibred and vitalized by regular contact with outdoor growths - animals, trees, sun warmth and free skies - or it will dwindle and pale.

Where the earth is, we are.

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.