Camden was originally an accident, but I shall never be sorry I was left over in Camden. It has brought me blessed returns.

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people.

Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

Perhaps the efforts of the true poets, founders, religions, literatures, all ages, have been, and ever will be, our time and times to come, essentially the same - to bring people back from their present strayings and sickly abstractions, to the costless, average, divine, original concrete.

The process of reading is not a half sleep, but in the highest sense, an exercise, a gymnast's struggle: that the reader is to do something for him or herself, must be on the alert, just construct indeed the poem, argument, history, metaphysical essay--the text furnishing the hints, the clue, the start, the framework.

Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over.

I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes - but is that all?