The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.

this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, night, sleep, death and the stars.

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!

O the joy of my spirit--it is uncaged--it darts like lightning! It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time, I will have thousands of globes and all time.

Produce great men, the rest follows.