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

Re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

The best writing has no lace on its sleeves.

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, / The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young.