Future years will never know the seething hell and the black infernal background, the countless minor scenes and interiors of the secession war; and it is best they should not. The real war will never get in the books.

We were together. I forget the rest.

Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy.

Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.