In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.

Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity.

All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it

The city sleeps and the country sleeps, the living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, the old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife; and these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them, and such as it is to be of these more or less I am, and of these one and all I weave the song of myself.

There was a child went forth everyday, And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or dread, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.