Resist much, obey little.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems
O the joy of my spirit - it is uncaged - it darts like lightning!
There is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth - but all is truth without exception; And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.
A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.