Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.
Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.
I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.