Either define the moment or the moment will define you.

Camerado! This is no book; who touches this touches a man.

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.

For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.

A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense.... [T]he wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years, to join the refrain; But in my soul I plainly heard. Murmuring out of its myriad leaves, Down from its lofty top, rising two hundred feet high, Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs - out of its foot-thick bark, That chant of the seasons and time - chant, not of the past only, but of the future.