I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.

I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.

O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!

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

Simplicity is the glory of expression.