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

The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.

Those who love each other shall become invincible.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.

Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.

O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.