There is no place like it, no place with an atom of its glory, pride, and exultancy. It lays its hand upon a man's bowels; he grows drunk with ecstasy; he grows young and full of glory, he feels that he can never die.

Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.

Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.

It is only the novice in political economy who thinks it is the duty of government to make its citizens happy - government has no such office.

Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.