There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.

Are you the new person drawn toward me?

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turned to beautiful results.

The strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung.