I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.
The President eats dirt and excrement for his daily meals, likes it and tries to force it on The States.
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.
It is only the novice in political economy who thinks it is the duty of government to make its citizens happy - government has no such office.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.