When I undertake to tell the best, I find I cannot. My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath will not be obedient to its organs, I become a dumb man.

The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first; Be not discouraged - keep on - there are divine things, well envelop'd; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

Did you, too, O friend, suppose democracy was only for elections, for politics, and for a party name? I say democracy is only of use there that it may pass on and come to its flower and fruit in manners, in the highest forms of interaction between people, and their beliefs - in religion, literature, colleges and schools- democracy in all public and private life.