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.

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it.

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.

I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.

Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.