O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.

The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.

I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

Exact science and its practical movements are no checks on the greatest poet, but always his encouragement and support ... The sailor and traveller, the anatomist, chemist, astronomer, geologist, phrenologist, spiritualist, mathematician, historian and lexicographer are not poets, but they are the lawgivers of poets and their construction underlies the structure of every perfect poem.

I know I am deathless…We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!