The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.

I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.

You have not known what you are - you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life; Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time; What you have done returns already in mockeries; Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return? The mockeries are not you; Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk.

O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!