I tramp a perpetual journey.

We consider bibles and religions divine I do not say they are not divine. I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you still. It is not they who give the life, it is you who give the life.

Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.

Me imperturbe, standing at ease in nature.

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

Freedom - to walk free and own no superior.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.