O joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God!

Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.

Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

Those who love each other shall become invincible.

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.