I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.

I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.

You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here

We arrange our lives-even the best and boldest men and women that exist, just as much as the most limited-with reference to what society conventionally rules and makes right.

How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed!