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.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

I meet new Walt Whitmans everyday. There are a dozen of them afloat. I don't know which Walt Whitman I am.

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.

I hate commas in the wrong places.