The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.

Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din of business, the all swallowing vortex of the great money whirlpool-who has any, even distant, idea of the profound repose......of silence?

Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?

I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's-self is.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.