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.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines. Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute. Listening to others, and considering well what they say. Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating. Gently but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.

Produce great men, the rest follows.

Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty.

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.