The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.

I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

Oh, to be alive in such an age, when miracles are everywhere, and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy, of greater marvels yet to be.

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