All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it
NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
I love doctors and hate their medicine.
I will not descend among professors and capitalists.
Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life
Give me such shows - give me the streets of Manhattan!