I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

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.

...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.

Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.

Human bodies are words, myriads of words, (In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped, natural, gay, Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.)

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.