The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing - you.

You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side...The Bending forward and backward of the rowers...

Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find."

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty.

I know I am deathless…We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.