Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.

Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.

This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone 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, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men ... re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.

I and this mystery, here we stand.

I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name.

If you done it, it ain't bragging.