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.

Re-examine all that you have been told... dismiss that which insults your soul.

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.

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.

So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.

The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first; Be not discouraged - keep on - there are divine things, well envelop'd; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.