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

My little notebooks were beginnings - they were the ground into which I dropped the seed... I would work in this way when I was out in the crowds, then put the stuff together at home.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

To speak in literature with the perfect rectitude and insouciance of the movements of animals and the unimpeachable of the sentiment of trees in the woods and grass by the roadside is the flawless triumph of art.

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.