Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.

As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.

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!

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.

Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others... And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

I am large, I contain multitudes