The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.

Without enough wilderness America will change. Democracy, with its myriad personalities and increasing sophistication, must be fibred and vitalized by regular contact with outdoor growths - animals, trees, sun warmth and free skies - or it will dwindle and pale.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

Will you seek afar off? You surely come back at last, In things best known to you, finding the best, or as good as the best, In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest; Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place-not for another hour, but this hour.

Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.