Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes - but is that all?

Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!

Where the earth is, we are.

Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious.

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.