Man is about the same, in the main, whether with despotism, or whether with freedom.
The art of art... is simplicity.
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
There is no place like it, no place with an atom of its glory, pride, and exultancy. It lays its hand upon a man's bowels; he grows drunk with ecstasy; he grows young and full of glory, he feels that he can never die.
I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.
Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.