Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty.
All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it.
Over all the sky - the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.
Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity.
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.